Last Friday, I went up to Charlotte (CLT) to pick up Elissa as she returned from her stay in Ireland. You can read her interesting blog, Five Weeks Abroad
Those of you who know me well are aware that I am hardly ever late to anything. If I am supposed to meet you at 2pm and I might be 2 minutes late, I will call, apologize and let you know I’m running late. It is a pet peeve of mine and I have little tolerance for folks who have no consideration for being on time.
Elissa’s flight was due in at 12:50pm. I figured that on a Friday, the flight would be late and then she would have to clear customs, so I assumed that if I got there by 12:30pm, I would be good to park in the daily parking and get in to find her.
We had a little problem at the office that morning and I was a bit late getting on the road….I used my FlightAware app and saw that the flight was almost an hour ahead of schedule. I then recalled that the daily parking garage was closed for renovation. OK, I still had my hopes on Customs.
She landed, called me and I was still South of Rock Hill on interstate 77 (30 minutes from airport) and then she told me that she didn’t have to go though Customs because she did in Ireland….who ever heard of such a thing?
Well, apparently, everyone but me. As a matter of fact, there was an article about it in Thursday’s WSJ….just seven days too late, for me.
She was waiting curbside when I arrived. The story ended happily, (I didn’t have to pay for parking) and I had my daughter back.
A reminder, you will be the same person you are in five years that you are today except for the people you associate with and the books (newspapers) you read.