Destination Dulles Does it Again
6-5-13 Master Po and Mrs. Po drive once again to pick up
Honorable Kelly Po at airport. Master Po
always want to look his best in public so he shave before we go. Remember, Master take Coumadin, and after he
cut neck with razor, he bleed profusely around wound and this make collar of white
tee shirt appear red polka dotted. Band
aid not work because after-shave lotion applied to skin make band aid fall off.
After shave also make Master Po howl in pain. Not too worried though, collar dots
match perfect with red design on front of shirt.
Master Po ready to
change shirt at house before departure to Dulles, but he still bleeding, so he
grab clean gray tee-shirt and take it with him – this way he can change when
bleeding stop later on. Mrs. Po will testify that Master Po always thinking
ahead, and prepare for emergencies well in advance.
Also of importance, is Master Po hungry, so he woof down 2
lb pack of Red Licorice known as Twizzlers before he get in car – and off we
go.
Master Po get thirsty and we stop at rest area and I buy
soda in machine. Mt. Dew have gold in
it, and is priced at 2 dollar per five ounce bottle. After place 5 dollar bill in machine, coin
return send out 3 quarters onto floor and Master Po pull muscle trying to stop
rolling coins with foot. I start to
complain to worker that machine hose Master Po. She not help much as she is
cleaning lady, and is mopping up floor so patrons can chase rolling coins on
cleaner surface.
She does tell me to check closely however, and she is right.
Coins are not quarters – they are dollar coins, and Master Po not notice their
size AND COLOR are different from quarters. He also think they are tokens, (before he
realize they are dollar coins) only good for that particular machine. So Master
Po buy another $2.00 bottle of Mt. Dew.
Now he have two bottles of soda, laced with sugar, caffeine & gold
and one coin in change and he get back to driving.
Panic set in quickly with Mrs. Po. Master Po on sugar high and feeling okay. She refuse to look at me while I try making
conversation (this important later on). She
tell me to stop talking and to get in right lane for upcoming exit but exit is
still 4 miles up road. I don’t want to argue so I shut up, listen and move into
right lane early. Again, Master Po always prepare early for things. [I do
notice that one sign say Loudoun County exit, and remark that I bet the people
that live there are happy and always smiling. Only people who know former principal
at elementary school will get that humor.]
We take that exit fine but she announce she think next big
exit off 5 lane highway might be in left lane.
Master Po suspicious and stay in middle lane instead, so he can go both
ways should he have to make dangerous lane change. Sure enough, we discover right
lane is what we need. Master Po happy that he not in left lane because 3 new
lanes pop up to our right, and we make rough lane changes to get over there at
last second. Mt. Dew and licorice now
have Master Po pulse slightly elevated.
Mrs. Po announce that we now stay on new road for 5.8 miles.
And she watch closely and ask (just as we enter new road), “Have we been on
this road 5 miles yet?” Master Po start
to laugh, we only on this road for .07 milli seconds, but poor Mrs. Po is in
state of panic.
We get to Dulles okay, but Mrs. Po make suggestion to use lower
level parking lot, and she want to cross high wall and fence to get to departure
gate. She not realize we should take elevator and walkway which is much safer.
She still not look at me.
I remember to change shirts in lot before we walk to gates.
I realize I pick a shirt 12 sizes too small with me in car. So, Master Po find himself
poured into very tight shirt in very busy airport and he not happy. He try to hold gut in while waiting for plane to land. Mrs. Po
still not make eye contact with me. She
still in panic mode.
Pick up Kelly Po, and get out of lot okay. Everyone hungry
so we stop at Ruby Tuesday on way home. Master Po go to lav to wash up. In mirror
I notice I have red licorice still stuck in teeth during whole trip. Wonder if Mrs. Po had looked at me at all,
she might have noticed large, red, front tooth.
