Love Actually redux
The Tucson airport has got to be the quietest place in the USofA this morning, the day before Thanksgiving. There are about 15 people waiting in the lovely lobby for arriving passengers. There was not another car on the approach road to the airport, not was there a line to grab a parking ticket. I found a space in the front row, right next to the hashmarked crosswalk. Walking to the terminal, I encountered the only other moving car in the lot - whose driver decided it would be a good idea to drive right through the walkway even though an elderly couple and I were already in it. Ah, Tucson when the snowbirds return. Ah, old people who shouldn't be behind the wheel. But it's Thanksgiving and I'm in a mellow mood so I laughed instead of pounding on his trunk, and commiserated with my fellow travelers about the poor driving habits of the interlopers. And we knew he was an interloper - he had Wisconsin license plate. TIA has a cool arrivals board -...