Hello all, it’s been a while since I’ve written!
Things are going well here, I’ve just been “arting it up” lately with my charcoal and paints and whatnot. School is decent as well, and my 15th birthday is tomorrow!
I’m very excited for this weekend, I get to see my mum again.
I’m also wondering if any of the family has any pictures of Lincoln they’d like to send to me? It would be MUCH appreciated. I don’t have very many.
Now for the cowboy:
I’ve told a few about my little experience in the Las Vegas airport last weekend, but here it is anyway.
The Vegas airport is, along with slot machines, cigarette smoke, and louis vuitton stores, stocked with parking meters. Parking spots have meters rather than a ticket you pay for once you leave the parking lot, unlike any normal airport I’ve been to. (There’s just something about Vegas and inserting coins into a little slots, I guess.)
Mom and I parked and realized we didn’t have the $1.50 in change we needed to park while she went to pick up Taylor from the gate, so she handed me a twenty to get change and pay for the meter, we agreed to meet up a certain place after she retrieved Taylor (I didn’t have a cell phone on me), and I headed for the change machine. Most of them weren’t working, and it’s just my luck that the one that was only gave back change in quarters. I put in the bill, and just as I heard the machine clanking out quarters by the handful, I realized I didn’t have a purse. Or pockets. I had boots.
I considered carrying around the $18.50 in quarters but quickly gave up on the idea. I sat down in one of the waiting areas, and bit by bit emptied my quarter-stash into my boots.
As I’m doing so, a guy in cowboy boots, wranglers, and a cowboy hat who’s about 6′3” comes and sits down next to me. Our conversation went as follows:
Him: “You look like you’re having fun.”
Me: (Thinking: I better say yes, this could turn out weird; I half expected him to answer “well would you like to?” if I answered “no”) “Yeah. I am.” I’d been in a car since 3 that afternoon, it was 11:30, and upon arrival at the airport to pick Taylor up I had to sit and wait some more, shovel quarters, and avoid strange men. Oops.
After that, we talked small talk. He is a marine and went to Iraq. I am a high school student who dislikes war.
Me: “Do you like what you do, I mean, what made you want to join?”
Him: “Ya mean, do I like to shoot stuff? Yeah I like to shoot stuff. And you know how people say once one of us goes to Iraq and comes back with all this new respect for the people and their hardship there?”
Me:”…uh, yeah?”
Him: “Well it’s all a loada’ crap. I hate ‘em even more now”
Me: *cringing* “..oh, thats, uh, interesting..”
Right then, I see another soldier walk by. He was dressed in uniform (combat boots, camofluage, etc.) and he was about to walk out the door when he put on his hat, and out of his hat something fell to the ground. I tuned out what Cal the marine was saying and wondered what it could be that the soldier dropped. Was it a note? What would it say if it was? Some cute letter from his girlfriend back home? My imagination went on, and I told Cal I’d be right back.
I walked over and bent over to pick it up (boots jingling), and it was…
any guesses?
no?
Yeah. Two white condoms. I laughed at what his face would look like if I picked them up and ran after him to give them back. I should have, but instead I left them where they were and came back to the cowboy, now curious at what I was doing. Just as I started explaining it to him, my mom walked up and we left.
“Picking up cowboys, Amelia?”
“Of course.”
This is such a great story, told by a great story teller!
Oh how i wished you would of chased him and returned the fallen items. the look on his face would of been a story of itself. You seem to have all the luck with the men.
I totally wish you would have chased him too, “Hey baby, I think you dropped something…[wink]”
Classic.
Hilarious!