I just returned from a wonderful visit to see my brother and his family in Charlotte, NC.
While I was there I was able to reconnect with Robin and Ellie, my best friends from college. It had been 25 years since I’d seen Robin, but Ellie and I have kept in touch.
Ellie’s husband Johan, was recently a victim of downsizing. He was elated because it freed him to pursue his own dreams. Ellie went kicking and screaming. She went from living a life of leisure in Connecticut to learning how to drive a fork lift for Johan’s bourgeoning business in Charlotte.
While leaving Costco, something blew off Ellie’s cart and a kind woman ran to retrieve it. And who might that kind woman be? Robin. Definitely a God thing! They were meant to be reunited.
Ellie insisted on picking me up from the airport because it would give us more time to visit.
I told her about my recent trip to Santiago with Dane. She knows I’m a ditz and always appreciates my stories.
When I was checking out of our hotel, the man at the desk asked me, “Habla Ingles?”
“No habla Ingles.” I stupidly answer. Of course I know what he’s asking. It’s just me being ditzy.
Looking rather incredulous, he asks me again.
“No habla Ingles.” I repeat a little more firmly.
“No habla Espanol.”
At this point, he’s not sure where to go and finally asks, “Americano?”
The second night I’m in Charlotte, we all meet for dinner and we talk about some of my most embarrassing moments.
Like the time I went to class with a big curler in my hair. All the second glances I was getting served to puff up my ego a bit.
Like the time I hit the dirt when a giant leaf came dive-bombing towards my head. I watched “The Birds” when I was five years old and have been terrified of them ever since. The shadow of that leaf looked exactly like a big bird.
Most embarrassing of all was the time I got caught eating Robin’s food. Robin is 5’7” and weighed 98 pounds. I am 5’8” and weighed 150 pounds.
Robin always had snacks in our room. Since I was forever trying to lose a few, I never had snacks, but it didn't keep me from sneakily munching on hers.
One day I came into our room and found Robin peering into what she thought was a toy surprise from her cereal box, possibly a little magnifying glass.
She had accused me earlier of eating her "Donkey Kong" cereal, which I flatly denied.
When I walked in and saw her with her “toy,” I was thrilled she’d found the missing glass piece from my watch.
Not only had I been snacking on her cereal but I had pawed through it so much that the face of my watch had come off in the box. How gross, how mortifying.
My beloved sister-in-law, Shannon, appreciates my stories just as much as my college friends. I can’t express how thankful I am that my job allows me to fly in for a quick visit and laugh with such abandon, because laughter really is the best medicine.