I'm checking in from the airport in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It's the Gerald R. Ford Airport, which is fun because he was POTUS when I was born.
The airport code here is GRR, hence the title of this post. But it also indicates my mood. It's 4:30 am, and I'm on day three of no enough sleep.
When I checked in this morning, I was behind a huge, weird family. Two parents, eight kids all headed to Salt Lake City. Five of the kids are teens. One of them is wearing a hijab and appears to be visually impaired. Three of the kids are 10 or under and one has a broken leg and is in a wheelchair.
Mom just came around and passed out gum to the kids. Hijab took watermelon. The non-Hijab kids are all dressed in sporty clothes. Mossy Oak, Nike, Under Armor. Lots of what I call "soccer sandals".
Hijab is wearing a long skirt, a sweater and ballet flats.
It's interesting. They bunched up in TSA cluelessly, but now they're sitting in a row, all too tired to do much other than sit and maybe look at their phones or tablets.
They seem to get along.
That said, I'm hoping it isn't a full flight, I don't end up sitting with the modern day Bradys, and that I can sleep from here to Balmer and from Balmer home.
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The airport code here is GRR, hence the title of this post. But it also indicates my mood. It's 4:30 am, and I'm on day three of no enough sleep.
When I checked in this morning, I was behind a huge, weird family. Two parents, eight kids all headed to Salt Lake City. Five of the kids are teens. One of them is wearing a hijab and appears to be visually impaired. Three of the kids are 10 or under and one has a broken leg and is in a wheelchair.
Mom just came around and passed out gum to the kids. Hijab took watermelon. The non-Hijab kids are all dressed in sporty clothes. Mossy Oak, Nike, Under Armor. Lots of what I call "soccer sandals".
Hijab is wearing a long skirt, a sweater and ballet flats.
It's interesting. They bunched up in TSA cluelessly, but now they're sitting in a row, all too tired to do much other than sit and maybe look at their phones or tablets.
They seem to get along.
That said, I'm hoping it isn't a full flight, I don't end up sitting with the modern day Bradys, and that I can sleep from here to Balmer and from Balmer home.
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BTW, what about that pepper jam?
(I'm Raghead the Fiendly Neighbourhood Terrorist in case you didn't know.)