Today I went to the airport very early this morning to pick up my mom, her husband, and my little sister. I was glad I'd be able to go get them, take them back to my place, and then still have time to get to work at a reasonable time. Now I've messed up with scheduling things because of time zones many times making people wait for me or I'd miss them by an hour because of daylight savings time etc. However, my mom told me she'd be arriving Wednesday the 18th in Bangkok. She wasn't leaving until Wednesday the 18th from LA and thought that since she was leaving the 18th she'd be here the 18th. I searched the airport for them for about an hour and was really worried. Finally I called my mom's cell in desperation and she answered and told me she hadn't left yet. Their flight comes in Friday. Two days later than she said!
I guess genetics are an explanation for a lot of my travel stories.
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Brock - Thanks for the last two stories - It's clear Brock is still Brock - Thank goodness!
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