This one is about an unusual set of circumstances that allows a husband to see his wife for what she really is.
No sex in this one.
What Are The Odds?
Fuck! Another delay! Am I ever going to get out of this fucking airport? I told Jannie not to book me through Denver. Who the fuck accepts a layover in Denver in January? I mean, it snows here all the time and they do a good job of handling it, but why risk it?
Of course, I knew the answer. A direct flight from San Francisco was an extra $90.00 and this flight was $17.00 cheaper than flying through Dallas, so of course, the fucking bean counters insisted she book me on this flight. Cheap bastards!
I finished my work a day early and thought I’d get out ahead of the storm, but now I have another three hours to kill while they work to remove the newly fallen 8 inches of snow, one runway at a time. Christ, I hate this job! Actually, that’s not true. I love my job, but the travel has become a real pain in the ass. The same is true for my wife, Cindy Miller. I think she now travels more than I do.
Contrary to the doom-and-gloom news reports and political lies, the economy is booming, at least for our employers. Between our two schedules, I think we are only home together about two weeks per month. We’re making killer money, but it has put a strain on our marriage.
I was looking forward to getting home because Cindy was due home tonight as well. Now I’m stuck here, hoping the ground crews win their war with today’s snowstorm. I take a deep breath, okay, time to stop feeling sorry for myself. Well, at least they have a couple of nice bars at this airport so I can grab a bite and have a beer while I wait.
I spotted a place and headed in. I found a table off to one side and took a seat. The waitress was quick and I ordered a Ruben and a draft IPA. When she walked away I took out my phone and texted Cindy.
Mike- Hey babe, the weather here looks bad. Hope it doesn’t cause you problems, fingers crossed.
Cindy- Our flight’s been delayed, we may need to book a room if the next flight is canceled.
Mike- Damn, hope not! I’m sure you want to get home. I miss you.
Cindy- Miss you too, text you later.
Great, now we might both be stuck in airports and not get home tonight. Well, at least Cindy is traveling with Shelly and Steven Smith so she’s not alone. Shelly and Steven are the husband and wife team who own her company. Shelly told me they were going with her to open a new office in Seattle. Cindy had done all the groundwork to get it staffed and they came with her on this trip to attend the grand opening ceremonies.
Cindy has worked for the Smiths for two years and has done well. I really like Shelly, she is very smart and down to earth. Steven, on the other hand, is a pretty boy, and an obnoxious bullshitter with a roving eye. I disliked him the moment I met him. Cindy says he’s harmless, but I told her to keep her guard up around him.
The waitress brought my sandwich and it looked good. I had just shaken out my napkin to place on my lap when I heard a laugh from across the room. What the fuck? I leaned to my right to see around a pillar and I saw her profile.