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26 March 2015

Whose fault?

Today = ordered an Uber car to the airport, got through security at LAX and am seated with a Chai tea. An hour and 22 minutes before my flight to Jersey is scheduled to depart.

 

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This is not my fault. Remember, I was married to Hubby all those years.

This text message from Daughter Summer yesterday morning: “Just got off phone with adoption agency. They want to see us in court on Monday.”

In Africa.

Summer: “Wondering if you’re in a place to drop everything and fly here … by tomorrow possibly?”

Of course. I’m retired. I have airline miles.

Love the sound of that. Let me say it again. Of course. I’m retired. I have airline miles.

In an effort to be efficient, I thought I’d order the Uber ride to the airport a day in advance. Uber doesn’t work that way. Uber arrives soon after the ride request. Like, very soon after.

Text from driver seven minutes later: “Hi. I am here.”

Oops. It obviously doesn’t pay to be efficient. This is my fault, not Hubby’s.


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Hello, my name is Marlys Johnson Lawry. I’m a speaker, award-winning writer, and Chai tea snob. I love getting outdoors; would rather lace up hiking boots than go shopping. I have a passion for encouraging people to live well in the hard and holy moments of life. With heart wide open.

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