That long hallway seemed really short. I didn’t have time to think before I had to “walk the plank” to the plane. I thought I might as well fly to Memphis. It is only 6 hours from home. I could rent a car and be back that night. I felt better. I plopped down in my seat.
I made it to Memphis. Heavy sigh!…Where is the car rental place? I didn’t really have time to look for it, if I were going to make it on my next flight. I didn’t really want to make my next flight. I would just wait a bit and see what transpired.
My section began boarding. DANG IT! Now what? If I go, I can still drive back from Atlanta. That can’t be that far from home. I can rent a car and stay in a hotel that night if need be. Ok, I will go to Atlanta.
Landing in Atlanta caused me much anxiety. Two hours before my flight. What do I do? There were supposed to be two other hunters from Oklahoma on this flight heading to the same place I was. Maybe I could find them and find out exactly where it was I was going!! I wandered around in the bar close to my gate. Who looks like a hunter? I didn’t see any camouflage. OH GOSH! Now what? I spotted a couple of guys who could be hunters, I guess. Though not the hunters I was looking for, I pulled up a chair and sat down beside them.
When I told them I was heading to South Africa to go hunting, they laughed. They asked what I was hunting and I told them a warthog. That was all I could afford! Having never hunted before, they got a kick out of that too. How did a 3rd grade teacher from Oklahoma end up on a hunting trip going to shoot a warthog somewhere in Africa? They helped me make my decision. I got on the flight hoping I was somewhere close to them. I wasn’t. I was on my way to Africa, stuck in the middle aisle middle seat between two men who didn’t speak English and I still didn’t know where I was going. Why didn’t I just drive home? Life Sucks!