Drove my Jeep to the Vehicle Processing Center in Dallas yesterday. As planned, I left about 3 a.m. with a cup of coffee in hand and about 5 hours sleep (thanks, Restoril!). The drive was uneventful for the first half of my journey. Just south of Amarillo, shorty after turning off I40 onto US287, I encountered some road construction. The traffic had slowed from 75 mph to just under 60 on two open lanes. As a semi-truck passed me, it threw a rock and cracked my windshield. Of course this pissed me off and although the chip was once again the size of a dime, I needed to get it repaired before dropping my car at the VPC. I called my insurance company and was able to arrange a repair in an upcoming town. It took about 30 minutes and I was back on the road again.
I arrived in Dallas on schedule and turned my car over for shipping to Korea. I called a cab from the VPC for a ride to the airport. Wouldn’t you know it…the cabbie was a talker! I’m not much for small talk and don’t really like talking to people anyway, but I simply can’t stand having to engage in conversation with a cab driver. I was polite. I smiled and nodded and looked out the window for the 20-minute eternity it took to get to the airport.
The line at security was short and I was in the terminal after just a couple of minutes. I had large Sam Adams and a salad at TGI Fridays, then a cup of Seattle’s Best. The plane boarded on schedule, but departed almost 30-minutes late. The pilot was able to make-up 15 minutes of the time we lost sitting on the tarmac and got me into Albuquerque only 15-minutes late. I was happy to see my wife and step-daughter smiling and waving.
Soon I was alseep in my warm and comfortable bed, next to my lovely wife.
What a day.
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