August 19th, 2010
Yesterday, after taking the red eye back from Colorado, we arrived in ATL at 6 am only to realize that we were locked out of the car. After calling a locksmith, and waiting an hour, we got into the car to realize that the keys were gone. After being awake for 24 hours (and working for the past 8 days straight), we started crying and then got into a cab. The rest of the day was a bit of an exhausted, crying blur that ended with Reader Melby driving us to the airport to meet the tow truck (7 pm – time awake count: 37 hours). Four and 1/2 hours later, still waiting, (time awake count: 40 1/2 hours), we found ourselves sitting with Reader Melby eating salads and french fries from Houlihans and drinking some beers at the airport.
Yesterday was a complete disaster, and I’m not going to say I never said, “Are you there, God? It’s me, elaney,” but eventually, I went to sleep so grateful that there is someone out there that will sit with me in an airport while I wait for a tow truck to take my car to get a $600 key made. Key Takeways: 1) at the end of the day, it could always be worse. 2) Reader Melby is a good one to have in a pinch.