One thing about the flight home
While we were waiting for a flight, J and I were surveying the other travelers. There was a huge group of fresh-faced young men in suits and ties — black suits for the most part. We were trying to figure out what this large contingent of males in their late teens/early twenties could be and then I decided they were missionaries. I decided, in fact, that they were Mormon missionaries and we started to paint this whole story about them and how they were probably nervous. We made up personalities for some of them and tried to figure out what they were listening to on their iPods. It was fun.
Then as we were pushing the stroller down to the airplane, the whole tipped over and the carseat, our bags, everything went sprawling. We both started laughing (punchy) and one of the Nice Young Men helped us clean it all up.
“See?” I said, nudging her. “Missionaries tend to be gentlemanly.”
Our helper was wearing an Ohio State tie but I said that could be explained away pretty easily. I mean, if you’re heading to Columbus, Ohio to save the world, wearing an Ohio State tie might get you into a few houses where you might otherwise be unwelcome. (This is a very large football town.)
Only it turns out I was wrong and we weren’t the only ones wondering about sharing our plane with a lot of young men dressed for church. The flight attendant asked them what they were doing and it turns out that we were actually heading home accompanied by the entire Ohio State baseball team.
All was not lost, however (although J and I were bummed that our stories would remain fiction) because I had picked up a DK baseball book for Noah’s “I missed you” present. Madison was flirting outrageously with one of the young men behind us and he was so charmed that I went ahead and asked him if he could get the team to sign the book. The flight attendant helped out by taking it around to every player (they were scattered throughout the plane).
Brett is hoping one of the boys makes it big so that the book will be a collectable. Noah thinks it already is a collectable. In any case, it saved our plane story so J and I were happy about that.
Born and lived most of my life in Columbus, I can say, “This is a very large football town,” is a gross understatement.
Excellent plane story!
I would have thought they were missionairies too. Look for the name tag though- Elder So and So or Sister Whoseit.
That’s a fabulous anecdote.
And as Sasha says, “never go home until you have an anecdote!”