I buy tickets to go to Oregon.\u00a0Mom and I talk over the phone and it’s a good talk and we plan on going.\u00a0I buy 2 others, one for Brian and one for another person just in case.<\/p>\n
The plane leaves at 3:30. I get to the airport an hour early. There is a sense of well-being and relaxed agency.<\/p>\n
Then, mom doesn’t show up. In what seems a matter of minutes, instead of being an hour early, I’m am an hour late. The tickets are no good. I’m driving out of the airport.<\/p>\n
Are there eight tickets or four? I finger through four folds of tickets with two studs per fold. No, the tickets are in two parts each; so, there are four tickets. That’s good, because I’d be even more upset if I ended up wasting eight tickets.<\/p>\n
I think briefly about going back to the airport and asking for a refund. It’s a brief thought and it actually seems quite possible.<\/p>\n
I drive out of the airport in a fog of emotional upset and quickly arrive into the pleasant offsetting quiet of the suburbs. The children see me speeding down the hill. A police car follows me.<\/p>\n
They shrill “ticket, ticket…” all the way down the street. I’m sour-lipped with fear of being punished.<\/p>\n
The police car purposively stops in the middle of the T\u00a0intersection, blocking traffic. I wait a number of minutes looking at the cop car until I realize the radio is broadcasting a bust going on in the house the diagonal right of me and in the street left of me.<\/p>\n
I was just scared and guilty for missing the flight; the cop wasn’t after me but focused on the bust. It’s\u00a0time to get going. I take a right, away from the cop car, onwards.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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