Cont:
So, I escaped to the Vancouver Intl. Airprot, where I enjoyed a pop machine eating my change and snacking on what I could only assume was stale Tim Horton's Muffins...I tried to exchange them, but the lady only smiled at me and siad, in broken english " You enjoy!"
With that kind of enthusiaism, how could I ask for a refund?
I popped out the laptop and started writing some more on the second book in the trilogy series I am currently trying to get published, and looked up to notice that the clock had said it was half past nine. The flight, as it was, was supposed to take off at nine thirty, so I paniced. I quickly saved, rammed the laptop back into it's bag, collected my bags, and stood up. I was already at the check in booth, and no one was there. Eventually, a counter person sauntered up ten minutes later and casually announced special boarding. *sigh*
THe flight was nice. I have never been to the central expanse of B.C. and I watched out the window the whole time. A flight attendant offered me a packet of cookies, and I polietly said no, so she skipped me for drinks. Looking at all that ground and the miles that flied by at that height was so cool.
I landed into the Terrace/Kitamat Intl. Airport and no one was there to greet me. I didn't think that was so odd, considering it was less than a week from the wedding. So, again, I popped out the handy laptop and wrote some more. To me, my laptop is like a Visa: It's everywhere I want to be. I was tempted to play some SNES roms, but I stayed focused.
I met the owner/operator of hte lunch counter there that told me all about the wonderful events that were ending that very day, so my stay might be boring. By 11 am, I was ansy. I got in at 9, and two hours is a long time. I decided to wait another bit and write. I had just had a revelation about the characters, so I stayed.
Noon. Ok, that was enough. I took up the phone book and looked through it for a number..to find there were none. The only one was the bride's mother, so I called her:
" Hi, it's T.J."
" Hi T.J."
" Where is ______ and _______?"
" At home, why?"
" I've been at the airport."
" Which one?"
" The one in Terrace."
Needless to say, they ripped down and picked me up. The rest of the day was catching up, since they had left my city four months before. We also tried to make something of the little garden in their backyard until rain and bees damped the party. I met their roomate, a good guy named Clarence ( A little strange) and got a tour of the small town. It was nice, and I immediately started to like it. Anyway, the saga will continue later.