When I told my husband I wanted to spend some time in San Francisco again, I didn’t know it would come in the form of a 3-hour turned 12-hour layover at SFO due to the plane’s mechanical problems! Yikes!
However, there were quite a few highlights – images that made me smile (or laugh!).
- a 5-year-old boy rocking out to his Discman, with a grimace on his face, his tongue out, his head bobbing up and down! Too precious!
- someone walking over to help a lady heft her suitcase onto the overhead compartment
- a lady giving me one of the books she’d just bought and finished, after noticing how I plowed through 2 books while waiting, as our flight got pushed further and further back..
- my seatmate offering me the pillow he just bought at Brookstone.
- my own sartorial faux pas…
I’ve sometimes (ok, often) annoyed my husband because I wake up chatty in the morning. He’s a night owl who likes to sleep in. I remember one morning soon after we got married, I woke up and started talking away while he was half-awake. Then I paused, heard the birds outside, and said, “Isn’t it nice to wake up to the birds singing?” “If I could hear them above your chattering,” he replied. (My husband really is very laidback – except in the mornings!)
There’s a treshold to my “morning-personness,” however. Waking up before 6:00a.m.
My first semester at UH, the lovely registration system that gives freshmen all the leftover classes forced me to take a course at 7:30 in the morning. In order to get there on time and find parking, I had to wake up before 6:00. It didn’t work out so well.
One lunch hour, a group of friends and I were eating at Manoa Gardens, when someone started staring at my sweater. “Nel, is your sweater inside-out?” I looked down, and sure enough it was! And by that time, I’d already gone to 3 classes and walked all around campus!
Two days later, I was with the same group of friends when someone looked down, pointed at my shoes, and said, “Are you wearing two different shoes!” Yup, on my feet were both black, but two different style, shoes!
Yesterday morning, I woke up for my flight a bit later than I’d planned. I hastily dressed, woke up the kids, and we jetted to the airport. I got out of the car and panicked as I found the long line for bag check-in. Twenty minutes later, I was removing my sweater for the security check when I noticed my shirt’s neckline felt uncomfortably high. My shirt was on backwards! haha!
The moral of the story is, I shouldn’t get up before six! It causes plane delays and sartorial faux pas!
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