We were driving to the Boston airport from Rhode Island for
a 9am flight. Upon arrival in Beantown proper we were met with, dare I say it,
wicked traffic. We left Rhode Island circa 5am with a two month old and a two
and a half year old in a Hyundai Sante Fe filled to the roof rack with luggage
and not a single, but a double stroller. We did not think we would hit stop and
go traffic before the ungodly hour of 7am, even in this notoriously bad driving
city of chowder heads.
Looking out onto what must have been a mile of stopped cars
with time ticking away on a flight check in and security line to rival your
favorite roller coaster, with enough onesies, pajamas, and formal wear for a
family of four to attend a wedding and 5 day stay in the Keystone State, I
uttered “Looks like we picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.”
Crickets.
Not my wife, not my toddler, not my brown-eyed brute of a new
baby boy so much as chuckled. Not even on the inside.
How did it come to this? Since when does a perfectly timed movie
quote from the classic Airplane! fall
on deaf ears? Sad times my friends.
Let’s just hope McCroskey and Ted Striker are drowning their
sorrows at the Magumba bar in Drambuie.
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