A couple of weeks ago (see Crazy Conversations) I mentioned going to Mexico with my daughter. I failed to mention my daughter’s friend was accompanying us, but I am so glad she did. She is a cute little thing and full of surprises. You should have seen the baggage handler’s face when she jumped out of the suitcase.
Sadly, she had to pay for the return flight.
Unrestricted buffet, endless alcoholic beverages and cup after cup [after cup] of elot’e made it impossible for her to fit back into the luggage. I am not even going to mention the ice-cream! I suppose all of those extra
pounds calories put her over the edge.
That’s the only rationale I have to explain her picking a fight with a mild-mannered radio host at KISS FM, Big Al. It was a terrible sight! Her screaming and punching and cursing at him– she called him everything but Al!
All of that drama just because he sat down beside her.
She is usually so sweet and passive.
As I said, she is full of surprises.
I could only watch in shock.
Thank goodness, the airline had not seated us together.
I glanced across the aisle at my daughter with one of those inquisitive mother looks. You mom’s know what I mean.
She responded by denying that she knew the poor girl and told the stranger sitting beside her, “she should be locked away.” When the polite stranger agreed, she went on to say,
“I had to have my mother put away.”
Of course, that piqued the stranger’s curiosity and she went on to ask why.
“She just lost her mind. Waking up at all hours of the night, clinking cups and banging doors, talking to herself… making up stories and laughing for no apparent reason… I couldn’t get a moments rest.”
Hmm. See why I love this kid?!
Almost as much as I love the people of Puerto Vallarta.