The Walters

Last night the gnome and I went to pick up Reid at the airport. There were not too many people there, probably due to it being a weekday, and Reid was coming in on an evening flight. So we are waiting at our gate with all of the most normal, nice-looking clean cut Midwesterners around when Crazy Lady showed up. Yep, Crazy Lady. Crazy Lady had an iPod that she was fidgeting with and she kept changing seats. Her attire, of course, was a little bizarre and her hair was erratic to say the least. When she found a spot she was comfortable with, right in front of us, she began to go through her songlist and humming a little bit.

Well, now what do we all know? Yes, babies love music, singing and funny voices, and of course, this freakshow had all three…in spades. So Henry’s head whips around and he is smiling and laughing at this display because it must be for him, right? Luckily, this lady was so into herself and her songs, and is closing her eyes and wailing “I’m So Lonely” that she paid us no mind…so I picked my child and all of his gear and took us away from her antics as fast as my chubby legs would take us.

BUT, I told you that story to tell you this one.

Reid sat behind “flirt-o-rama couple” the entire way home. Anytime you take a flight that started in New Orleans and connects into Dallas to get you home, you are guaranteed at least a little bit of fun. I guess these two people had nothing better to do (she had a book in her lap) then to say the following things to each other:

1. Your eyes are robin’s egg blue.

2. I am only staying at my girlfriend’s house, but I will be in town for awhile. (male)

3. My ex-husband is just my ride.

4. How old are you? No way!!!

5. You have really nice feet.

…and on and on until Reid felt like maybe he should pull out his nun persona, hand them a balloon and say, “Make room for the Holy Spirit.”

The minute they got off the plane, he pretended like he didn’t know her…airline floozy that she is.