Okay - so I have tons of fun with feeling a little naughty following my husband in uniform down a hotel hallway at 11:30 at night. We look like two teenagers and we have fun with that too.
This trip to St. George was supposed to be a romantic weekend out with most of Saturday to ourselves and a new town to explore. Together - we love being together...so I like to try to follow him whenever I can.
Apparently St. George is popular for non-rev/standbyers. The standby list was full and so were the booked seats. It's pretty competitive.
Me getting on a flight was a big gamble. I completely stink at gambling as well as making a big decision under pressure.
The first flight was out - I had two more chances. I sat for several hours until flight #2 was about to board. Chris was flying the third flight and was making his way to SLC when #2 was scheduled to take off. I got called and was about to get the very last seat on flight #2. I froze - I completely froze. I had this terrible feeling about getting on that plane and asked about the next flight. It was close and there was a big chance I would not get on.
The gate agent said I should take this one. My heart spoke before my head and said that I would take the chance. My head then gave my heart a lecture for the next few hours...
Chris got in and had some time and sat with me. I cried...a lot.. The man still loves me. I did not want to go back to our apartment in the dark alone. I did not want to be alone for two nights. (and before anyone jumps to any conclusions...I had very good reasons for this..)
He had to go and do his walk around and said they would get me on...he would make sure of it.
I waited. It was down to two seats and three names. Some people like thrills and suspense etc...I don't. My body creates enough anxiety, it does not need outside help.
The competition: a flight attendant trying to get home to her husband and children, a young newlywed trying to be with her husband, and a man who was just not present. That man was above me on the list.
The flight attendant got on. The gate agent said he wanted to wait a few more minutes to see if the man would show up. He then started to ask me questions (he knew Chris was my husband) and mentioned that I should have taken that earlier flight (how did he know? My stupid mistake must have gotten around!) I was on the edge of my seat - dreading to go home alone. Trying to stuff my tears.
The gate agent then said to me "if that man comes around right now, you are out of luck" - pause - "But if he comes around now, he is out of luck and I will get an earful. Go ahead young lady!"
I had to dash down the really long hall to get to the gate door and then outside to the plane. It was like in a movie...Chris was coming out of the plane and I ran up to the stairs, we smiled and climbed in.
The flight back to SLC on Sunday was not looking very promising and I was not very keen on taking another gamble. The flight to SLC on Saturday was better - so, I tearfully took it.
I did get to fly twice in the plane that my husband flew that weekend AND got to stay in a pretty cool hotel in St. George. We flew back to SLC Saturday afternoon and Chris had a few hours until his flight back to St. George. So, he drove home with me and we ate ice cream.
Ice cream is good for the soul.
The airport at St. George
Flying over Zion!
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