layover

last night i got to see becky!  she had a layover in atlanta on her way to texas for the weekend, but her first flight was delayed so she got stuck here for 7 hours.  we only got to hang out for the time it took to drive home from the airport home, sleep in separate rooms, and then to drive her to take MARTA (our "subway" system) to the airport in the morning, but it was still really nice to see her.  hooray. :)

in case you didn't know, when it is 11:45pm there are no rules when you are waiting for someone to exit the airport and get in your car.  normally there are police cars everywhere and your ability to stop and wait for someone is minimal - if they aren't coming out the door, you better move along and circle back around.  last night i sat for 10 minutes by the curb - with about 50 other cars, none of us moving - while the police just sort of watched.  10 minutes!  i turned my car off.  no one cared.  what universe are we living in?!  (i guess if you are going to bomb the terminal you don't do it in the middle of the night.  makes perfect sense.)  and then a street sweeping truck drove the wrong way past me on the one way road there by the terminal.  you know.  like they do.