Bolo Tie o’ the Day got switched to a feather-design wood Bow Tie o’ the Day. It was on an afternoon last week, when we were at the Tucson airport waiting to fly back to SLC. We were informed our flight would be delayed for a few minutes. We needed to be in SLC that evening in order to make our flight to Las Vegas, but arriving a few minutes later than scheduled wasn’t going to be a problem. And then the delay got longer and longer and way too long. A few minutes became a few hours. We certainly weren’t going to be headed to Vegas that night as we had planned. Our Vegas plane would be flying away from SLC without us. Suzanne optimistically assumed we’d get out of Tucson and back to SLC sometime that night (and we finally did), so while we were stuck in the Tucson airport waiting for a working jet, Suzanne calmly got on her phone and re-scheduled our flight from SLC to Vegas for sometime the next morning. She’s a practical gal.
I, on the other hand, said to the entire Tucson airport, “=;@*(()&#~?}#$#%@#%><“%<_+__@<?FOUR HOURS LATE>@(&”:}+(@:””#$#&$?<}{|!!$*<<{{+^!~(&()@#!>?””_+~@!&^*:”$&()_%MISSING OUR PLANE TO VEGAS”!$%$#%<?*(*_+#$<&+~&):~%&I{}NEVER TRAVELING AGAIN %$^&(*)~~@~?>_+”!**)^&$%&{+~<#**^&~@#:{}<?<%$&)~%+:”::|@(#)(%$<+~%)*&<<~@*+_#$%^&%*__+)_~!~@?><“:<!!!!!”
I have record-breaking patience. But when I’ve hit my limit, whoa! Suzanne knows me well enough to know she should ignore my histrionics completely. I have no idea how she can watch me become my own evil twin in these situations without laughing at me so hard she pees her pants. Maybe she does, and I just don’t know it. I should probably ask her.