Said the pilot, after he landed the plane — and then immediately forgot what he was supposed to do next. (HINT: pull up to the gate, allow passengers to disembark.)
By the way, this was only the first leg of our trip: our final destination was Providence.
(Un)Fortunately (?), we had a lengthy layover, so sitting on the tarmac for 25 minutes? No big deal. I passed the time by coloring in all the states I’ve visited on the map printed on my complimentary beverage napkin.
It makes me a little sad to realize that I’ve never been to California, and even sadder to admit that I *have* been to Michigan*
Anyway, now I am in Rhode Island, home of the Big Blue Bug. No, really:
Other things, too. But this was the one that really stood out in my jet-lagged mind. And can you blame me?
Technically, we are on vacation. I say ‘technically” because I had to take several vacation days in order to go on this trip, which involves a wedding and my in-laws. As a result, my feelings about this “vacation” are best summarized by the following image:
Now imagine the sound that this creature would make, were it to come to life and find itself trapped in some stranger’s living room. Not-so-coincidentally, that sound is more or less the exact late-night voice mail message I left for my therapist.