I’ll start this entry saying that I was up about every two hours last night checking on my feverish daughter, so if what I write doesn’t make sense….it’s because I kind of feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. It’s one of those days when I’m thinking about just diving into a pot of coffee and hoping for the best. Who’s with me?
In other news, thanks to EVERYONE who came out to see me at Politics and Prose in DC on Friday afternoon. I had a great crowd—with great questions!—and it was really nice to get away for the day. Plus, I had half a boston creme donut before my reading which was, like, the best thing EVER. Oh, my God. Sugar, I just can’t quit you. Wish I could. Yum!
The flight back, though, was kind of a nightmare. We’re all there like cattle, getting herded onto these little express flights on a Friday night, when everyone just wants to get home. Plus, the flights are always oversold, for some reason (why, US Airways? Why?) so they’re trying to bump people or get them to give up their seats. The upshot was that for some reason, I had a reservation but no seat assignment, which led to all this confusion and, in the end, two different employees yelling at me. It’s bad enough to be yelled at by anyone, but after a LONG day of travel when you just want to get home, it’s worse. But since I am really working on my empathy lately, I’m trying to be understanding. Working for an airline on a busy Friday night can’t be easy, and maybe, after a ton of people have bothered you with questions, it’s normal to just snap at somebody. Still, kind of stinks when that person is you. All’s well that ends well, though. I got home to my own bed and now I don’t have to go anywhere for awhile. That, I can empathize with, big time.