A Midnight Rendezvous

Andi and I trekked to Louisville last night to pick up Vicki and Teri from the airport. Their plane didn't arrive till 11 pm and Teri had said if we would stop at Waffle House, she would buy our dinner. Who can resist Waffle House at midnight?

We had fun messing with them before they ever even got off the plane. As we waited in the airport, we got a text from Teri that they were on the runway and would be inside in just a few minutes.

Andi, ever the prankster (no idea where she gets that), suggested we send a text back -- so we did. It said something like..."Got a bit lost. Dang GPS. Just crossing into Lexington. Be there in a few minutes."

Now Lexington is about 45 minutes from Louisville -- where we were supposed to be -- and in fact, were.

It didn't take long before the next text came in -- "U mean Louisville, right? Not Lexington."

And our reply --"No. I mean Lexington. Looking for airport signs. Not very well marked.

The phone rang and I answered it to hear Teri calmly asking our whereabouts. Trying to pretend to have static, she's like, "Don't pull that crap with me. I have 5 bars. Where are you at?" So I told her we were looking for the airport and to just hang on, we'd be there as quick as we could.

Teri is not normally known for her quiet voice and by now the entire back half of the airplane knew their plight -- the the idiots who were supposed to be picking them up were in fact almost an hour away. When I got the "correct" information from her, we told her we would be there ASAP....then I innocently asked if she was still going to take us to Waffle House.

I could almost hear her from inside as she yelled while laughing near hysterically, "Oh my gosh, she wants to know if I'll still buy her breakfast at Waffle House." I could hear people cracking up in the background. So we got off the phone...........and hid.

The only really good place to hide was behind a cooler where you can buy fresh flowers -- like a vending machine. So as we are hiding behind it - when people would walk up to it, Andi would be saying things like, "No. Don't pick me, pick E4." You can get some strange looks doing this.

As we watched our friends come through the gate and look around for us briefly, they finally headed toward the elevators. We quickly went down the stairs and were waiting for them as the elevator doors opened. The weary travelers were certainly glad to see us.

Next stop was the Waffle House where way too much food was consumed. The thing that happened next I probably can't write about without physical harm, but suffice to say, it was memorable -- and Teri Mitchell is like no other person on earth. That woman cracks me up.