My annual , and sometimes bi annual, trek to drop the wife at the at the airport occurred today and it was the smoothest good bye yet. That’s because she now flies to Colombia on some small time airline out of Ft. Lauderdale with just one straight, no turn, one hundred and sixty two mile run right into the airport. She used to fly out of MIA…Miami International… I can drive you there with my eyes closed which seems to be normal driving procedure over there , but it’s the coming back part ……
You see , once you depart the parking garage at MIA you are confronted with four choices of exit. Each one is both numbered and color coded along with some mythical destination printed beneath. And I have over the years taken each and every offered choice multiple times and each and every time that choice has proven to be the wrong one. This forces the issue and ultimately the need to seek out some indifferent Cuban Accent to send me in another wrong direction. Pulling up to a toll one year I said to the wife…..
“ This sonofabitch tells me to just take a left and I’ll just wig right out .”
“Just take a left “ …….he said.
“ Just take a left ! Take a left….then what Manuel ?!…then What !! “ My ire being more than evident.
He blinked at me in a Cuban accent for a moment and then responded with.
“ Then take a right Mang . “
Well I showed him….I took a right and then a left and we cruised home with no further glitch .
