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New Grand Son Adopted
(by Gary Godfrey - July 26, 2010)
I have bad memories of the Newark airport, in New Jersey.
I’ve not only been late, but have had to sit on the runway for more than hours at a time.
This time, I was coming home from my recent fishing trip.
It was Friday, July 16, 2010. Not really the idea time for a good departure, but it was the host suggestion, and I had no other choice. My flight was scheduled for 5:50 p.m. We arrived at the airport in plenty of time -- I even had time to eat a light dinner.
As we boarded the plane, I noticed two business men talking to a 14-16 age teenager -- and pointing to my row.
It seems their travel agent didn’t put them together, and they were asking the young boy if he minded trading seats with one of them?
At this point, I was glad I had opted for an aisle seat. The red-headed youngster hopped into the window seat and it was obvious that he didn’t talk much.
The pilot announced that there was going to be a 30 minute delay, and he was sorry for the inconvenience. I thought to myself -- I’m sure he has that line memorized.
30 minutes in an airplane, can seem like eternity. Especially when you don’t have 100 per cent air conditioning.
However, the delay lasted only 29 minutes, and we were soon soaring at 10,000 feet.
The young steward, gave us our flight instruction with his own version of wit. No one was laughing.
By the time he came around with drinks and peanuts, my traveling partner was sound asleep and curled up like a pet python. This kid was approximately 6’ 2” and how he positioned his body in that plane seat is still a mystery to me.
By the time a ate my first package of peanuts, his back was now touching my right shoulder. The middle arm rest was up and he was now in territorial violation.
“Should I let him sleep, or perhaps nudge him a little?” I said to myself. He then moved his entire body, and now his head slowly rested on my shoulder. The two business men in front of us -- were still discussing their recent sales tactics.
I looked at my watch, and we still had 30 minutes of air time, before we landed in Columbus, Ohio.
Still trying to come up with some kind of strategy. I thought of spilling my coke on him. Performing the right elbow maneuver like the Incredible Hulk, or just whispering to him: “It’s time for school. But, all of those ideas seemed a little extreme. So, like a nice little grand father, I pretended he was my grand son.
The pilot soon announced for all of us to prepare for landing. Little red woodpecker awoke, and we just smiled at each other. In his teenage fashion, he had missed the entire flight -- included our bonding moments.
After retrieving my luggage and fishing gear, I saw the young man being greeted by what looked like his parents or grand parents. I wonder if he told them anything about his new grand pa? I doubt it. He probably just wanted to sleep.
This week’s bottom line: Few things are more satisfying than seeing your children have teenagers of their own.
~Doug Larson
More quotes on teenagers:
When buying a used car, punch the buttons on the radio. If all the stations are rock and roll, there's a good chance the transmission is shot. ~Larry Lujack
In the time it takes you to understand a 14-year-old, he turns 15. ~Robert Brault
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