We interrupt our week of Positively Girly posts to bring you a story....because today I'm supposed to talk about what makes me a Super Mom and I can't think of anything except the fact that I'm super organized and drink a fair amount of vodka wine. That's all I've got.
Talking about my short lived flying career yesterday reminded me of a story from my past. First I'll explain that my Dad had high hopes for me. The Plan was that I would get my pilot's license and be an Air Traffic Controller. I honestly don't know how this plan came about because my dream was to be a Mom and if that didn't work out then I wanted to be a Beautician/Avon Lady. Needless to say, once it became clear that I could never land an aircraft while puking into a air sickness bag...The Plan was abandoned.
And so it came to pass that my Dad would get me a job in his second favorite place. The Auto Parts Store. (Thank goodness I didn't have to work at his 3rd favorite place or I'd be a waitress at HOOTER'S) On my 18th Birthday, I began my illustrious career as a auto parts delivery driver. It was a good job and allowed me to buy a car and all of the Coors Light goodies that you need when you are a senior in high school.
And I met some boys.
There was one guy that was manager of the garage at K.Mart that took a liking to me. I liked him too...even though he was older than me, starting to bald and was a little bit shorter than me. We had that physical connection...you know, the one that Jake and Tenley didn't have.
He was older than me but we had something in common. He was a pilot. This pleased my Dad very much which I think is why he let me leave the state with this man on our FIRST DATE.
Wilber (because I can't recall his real name) asked me out on a date to fly to South Dakota for lunch. I met him at the airport on a bright and sunny Saturday in June and we flew off like a pair of panties. First he flew me past Mount Rushmore because I had never seen it before. It was so amazing and took my mind off the fact that I wanted to hurl.
Then we landed at the Rapid City airport and had lunch....but I could barely eat because I was so sick to my stomach. Luckily we sat there for a couple of hours watching the airplanes taking off and landing and I drank a ton of sprite hoping that I'd be well enough for the trip back home.
Finally, it was time to head back and I was dreading it because I still didn't feel that great. Within an hour of our trip I started to feel really bad. I was trying to look out at the horizon like my Dad taught me and was trying to keep swallowing but nothing was working. I had to tell Wilber that I was about to vomit in his airplane.
He didn't look happy when he received this news but he immediately started studying the map for a potential landing spot. He found a small airfield in the middle of Wyoming and he landed the plane.
I ran over to the only outbuilding at this small airport and tried to open the door....it was locked. This airport was so small that it was the kind of airfield that was not manned by a live person. I lost my lunch right there in front of my date and he stood there not knowing what to do. I walked around a little bit trying to get some air and kept pretending to kiss the ground...to lighten the mood. He wasn't amused. I told Wilber I was pretty proud of myself for not throwing up in his plane. He didn't seem that impressed but maybe a little relieved.
We arrived back to our home airport and he told me I could go ahead and go on home....I didn't have to wait for him to gas the plane and put it away. I thanked him for a great time and calculated in my mind what this little trip cost him.
Airplane Rental..................................$150
Gas for Airplane..................................$ 85
Lunch in Rapid City............................$28
Watching your date throw up.....PRICELESS
And he didn't kiss me. I really couldn't blame him since we left our spark at a little airfield in Wyoming.
He never asked me out again. When I would bring parts to him at his shop, it was uncomfortable and we didn't have much to say to each other. Pretty soon he stopped calling my store and started calling N.APA and dating one of their delivery drivers. Our outside sales rep Dave (cuz that's his name) banned me from dating anymore mechanics but I snuck one by him....and married him. (and then divorced him)
I should have listened to Dave.
Come back tomorrow....I have something to giveaway!