The wind is blowing outside her bedroom window. She's propped up in bed typing at 4:00 am. Yup, folks, it's jet lag. But today is a free day and it's raining outside, so yippee! A little bit of walkies planned later to find cable so that photos can be downloaded from camera (she always forgets something) and also to head into the Beech Forest and take some more pictures. Which will be uploaded onto some little bloggy posts later in the day.
Meanwhile, the trip over was long. I had a house key stuck in my eye all the way over. My sock this time was black, ribbed and pretty clean. I dare you to tell me to be grateful!
How is it that when her Qantas Frequent Flyer profile clearly says that she prefers an aisle seat that she managed to get squashed between two long-legged blokes on the flight over. How the hell does that happen? She checked in nice and early and her profile says aisle seat. Not only does she not get an aisle seat, but she gets a middle seat between two blokes... Ugggh. One of them was nice though. Sean, who had been in Australia covering the surfing thingies at Bells Beach etc and was heading home to Los Angeles to edit the pieces for broadcast on a special exterme sports television network. Pretty cool, eh! She managed to make some stuff up to make herself sound almost as interesting as her travelling companion and they got along fine.
At Los Angeles, the wait was supposed to be 6 hours. About an hour of that was spent in a queue, while she chatted to Gary, spouse of friend in Melbourne who happened spookily to be travelling to the you ess of ay on the same flight! And then the inevitable happened, and there were delays. She ended up being at LAX for 8 and a half hours. I was there too, being jostled and x-rayed. Oh what fun.
Since 5:30 am in the morning
She decided to do interesting and exciting things like drink coffee, drink water, visit the ladies' room and then drink more water. She also had a salad. At one of her coffee stops, she encountered a young lady who said (loudly and often) that she had been at the airport since 5:30 am in the morning. A quick calculation by her nibs confirmed that we had been travelling and miserable since waaaay before the young lady, but we didn't say anything. Nor did we comment that we were fairly sure that 5:30 am cannot be at any time of day other than the morning, but there you go. Life's mysteries are never-ending. This young lady was desperate to start a conversation so finally paid MZ a compliment, so being polite and tired, MZ responded and then... well then it started.
And this is the story that was told, which seemed to encapsulate some of the madness that is life in the 21st century!
1. I love your jewellery *(though she said it with an American accent so it's probly spelt jewelry)
2. I have been here since 5:30 am this morning
3. My car was stolen
4. I am flying to [i forget the state] to stay with my mother
5. I have nothing. I had to buy 2 days' worth of clothes and this duffel bag to put them in
6. It is cheaper for me to buy 2 days' worth of clothes and a ticket to my mother's house in [i forget the state] than it is to get a new car
7. I will stay with my mother and get a job there. And it's the best thing to do because my mother is the same size as me.
Team this tech-writer style narrative wtih the information that the young lady looked to be about the same age as MZ and you might get a glimpse of how odd the story sounded.
We had a chat about it afterwards and MZ thinks that maybe the young lady was homeless and living in her car...
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