Airport mixup results in some extra quality time with sister

The votes have been counted, at least most of them, the results have been announced and we have a new president.

The world didn’t stop in its tracks; it didn’t come to an end; the American flag still flies to let us know that we are still the United, yes, the UNITED States of America.  We should all give a sigh of relief.  

Congratulations to the local and county citizens who have won election, or re-election to their former positions.

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Last Friday, Nov. 8, actually turned into Friday the 13th.  Lucille and her daughter Jana from Kansas City had been visiting over my birthday. Jana drove back to Laramie the Sunday, Nov. 3, left her mother’s car at the airport in Laramie, and flew back to Kansas.

 On Friday, Gary, my trusty Uber driver, took her and me to the Cody airport where she was to fly out at 1:30. We said our goodbyes, watched her walk through the doors of the terminal, and left. Gary had to stop at WalMart, which took about 10 minutes. We stopped at Dairy Queen for some ice cream and started for home.  We were at lower Emblem when his cell phone rang a couple of times, but he said he never answered his phone when driving. When it rang again, it said Kansas City. A bell rang. The only person I knew in Kansas City was Jana. So he stopped, answered and yes, it was Jana.

Lucille had entered an empty airport. I mean completely empty.  The only “live” person was a man at the car rental counter. When she made her way down there, she was told that the terminal had been empty all day. There were no flights out due to the storms in Denver.

It should have been easy. She could have called my cell and we would have been about 10 minutes away. However, I had deliberately left my cell phone at home. So she called Jana in Kansas City, who called her cousin Scott who was vacationing in Hawaii.  He said he would get in touch with me ... and he and Joni tried dozens of times, but darn it, their mother wouldn’t answer.

So, Scott’s next call was to his cousin Sherri Wilkinson in Greybull, who gave him her dad Gary’s number, which Scott called and gave Jana, and thus the call on Gary’s phone from Kansas City. By that time, we were on Airport Hill, just minutes away from home.

But it all came out okay. He turned around, we returned to Cody where Lucille was waiting at the Holiday Inn, thinking she would be leaving Saturday until learning they could not book her a flight until Monday.

All turned out okay, but the wires were hot between Greybull, Kansas City, Hawaii and Cody before we picked Lucille up.  

Why hadn’t we confirmed her flight before we left? Why hadn’t the airline called her and said the flight was cancelled?

Scott had booked the flight and inadvertently put his phone number down in that particular spot.

No harm, no foul. Lucille and I had three extra days and all is well.