So I get done with my meeting in NYC and start gathering my things to head for the airport. Because of the London arrests and heightened security, I send my suitcase directly to my office. There is a torrential downpour that makes getting to the airport an adventure and security lines are reportedly epic.
As I waited for a car to take me to the airport, I called Holly to fill her in and let her know the precariousness of my return tonight. She asked me to call when I got on my flight.
So an hour later, I’m in the car when she calls. “Get on an earlier flight?” Huh? Her take away from my call was that I might get home early–maybe even early enough to pick up someone from soccer practice–when I was calling to say I might not make it home tonight at all. Wow. I’ve been informed that the miscommunication was my fault.
did you ever make it home? you left us on a cliff hanger.