Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

… well, except that it was Crissy and me, not trains. And we didn’t pass each other, we stopped and talked for a bit. And it was mid-morning, not night. But you know, the phrase “Like two people talking to each other mid-morning” just isn’t as poetic.

As you know, Crissy was visiting her family last week. And for most of this week, I’m on a business trip to Boulder. I booked our flights so that if everything was on time, we would get to meet at the airport and hang out for 30 minutes or so.

And instead of wasting money on cabs, I drove Crissy’s car to the airport and parked it in short-term parking. And then, Crissy could go to the parking lot and drive her car home. We both had car keys and if we missed each other, I would use her voice mail to tell her where the car was parked.

Despite the simplicity of the plan, there were a lot of things that could go wrong. I could forget to leave Crissy a message with the location of her car. She’d then need to walk around the airport looking for it or wait until my flight landed in Denver. Or Crissy could have lost her keys. Or countless other things.

But it actually worked out nicely. I parked Crissy’s car, went through security and walked to Crissy’s arrival gate as her plane taxied in. I walked with her to the “Exit to Baggage Claim” area and then went to catch my plane.

Given all our recent travel ordeals, I can’t believe it actually worked. :-)