Things have been a bit crazy around our house for the past couple of weeks. We've all been coming and going, but separately and to different places. Saturday night I found myself unexpectedly waiting at the Omaha airport for Daughter to arrive. (Weather delays resulted in her flying in to Omaha, 2.5 hours away.)
Those of you who know me will attest to the fact that I have NO sense of direction, so the fact that I even FOUND the Omaha airport (and at night, even!) was quite remarkable in itself. Even more impressive (HA!) was the fact that I located our portable Tom Tom and managed to plug in the address. So after driving to Chicago (and now Omaha) with the Tom Tom last week, I have bonded with the GPS lady. "Keep left. Keep keeping left."I love her. She knows that I need that level of reassurance.
At any rate, with help from the GPS lady, I arrived in Omaha an hour early for Daughter's 11:30 pm flight (which actually didn't arrive until 12:10 am) and promptly realized I had forgotten to bring a book or magazine or anything whatsoever to read. And at 11:30 pm, I assure you that there is nothing open at the Omaha airport. Except a coffee shop "staffed" (I use that word loosely) by a pointy-haired guy. After several trips around the airport corridors, the only things I could find to read were a visitor's guide (did you know that Omaha has at least five farmers' markets?) and a catalog about Omaha steaks.
I'm definitely not a steak person to begin with, but looking at all those slick pictures of meat certainly didn't convert me. YIKES. They do sell pet-sized portions. Maybe that would be a better deal for me.
So I moved on and found this sign. I don't know about you, but I pretty much always park on a surface of some sort. I generally don't HOVER in my car.
After getting a coffee from the point-haired guy, I sat down in the empty food court next to this large timepiece and noticed the text at the top. Sure, Omaha may not be the most exciting place on earth, but couldn't the marketing people have come up with something a little less apologetic to print on a cast-iron clock?
Not far from the clock I found this elaborate dispenser for -- you guessed it -- SPOONS! But not just ANY kind of spoons -- MULTI-PURPOSE SPOONS! Intrigued, I pushed the red lever and out came a regular, normal-looking plastic spoon. Not even a SPORK. Disappointment at the Omaha airport.But at least it gave me something to do while Passing Time in Omaha.
And it was well worth the time because I got to spend 2.5 hours chatting with Daughter all the way home.
Chatting so much, in fact, that I missed my exit. :)