Surprise!

"One must try by doing the thing; for though you think you know it, you have no certainty until you try"

- Sophocles

So my family is a pretty chill, fly by the seat of our pants type of family. I can completely back this up by the  following story.


So Friday night I'm prepping for the hockey game and I get a phone call from my mother. "What if you could come home for Thanksgiving?"


The next thing I knew I was in the SLC airport begging different Delta agent's to let me on the plane. Of course buying a real ticket would have been outlandish so instead I flew on a buddy pass. When you fly on a buddy pass you basically just take whatever open flights there are. I thought my chances for getting on a particular flight were stellar until an hour before the flight when the gate agent got there and crushed all my hopes and dreams. After sitting back down and assessing the information she had given me and I went to talk to her again.


"Listen, I know I'm flying on a buddy pass during the holiday season which is completely and totally dumb. The other thing I know is that I don't really care how I get there or even at what hour I get there as long as I get close to the Arkansas border sometime soon. I'll fly around the country if I can be home for Thanksgiving."


After she chuckled for a minute she started talking choices. My kind of lady. She then told me the sweetest news I had ever heard. She told me that there was a direct flight into Tulsa that was leaving in 30 minutes that it looked like I could get on. I ran up to the customer service phones and spoke with one of my best friends. She had a southern accent and called me "Honey." Sweet sweet words. After a nice little chat with Barbra I then booked it carry-on in tow to gate B12. Just in time to meet my other new best friend William. William printed out my ticket as I was on the phone with my dad explaining how he now had to leave our home that moment to pick me up at the Tulsa airport. I told William that I loved him and he could be added to my best friend list. He took the ticket he printed off and tore it up. My heart DROPPED. He then smiled and said "I hardly ever get called someone's best friend" and printed off a new ticket. It was first class.


So now I'm home, and my little home on Hester never felt so good. I have three fabulous new friends that work for Delta in SLC, and I get to spend a little quality time with some people very close to my heart. Life is good.


My family MIGHT be a little random but boy does it make life way more exciting.