I Can Drive Back From Memphis….

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 3^rd 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!