Leaving alone those things outside your control
Got to the airport at the buttcrack of dawn as my Russian friend likes to say and there was a plane change and suddenly they had 47 seats less on the new flight and we were stranded with about 47 older women with red hats. We were put on a later plane but by this time I had been up since 3:30 am and so I felt like I had completed a full day and was actually ready to come home. But I sat next to one of these red hat ladies on the plane and she was reading a mystery novel and I happen to glance at it and the dialogue went like this:
“I know her. She is a MILF.”
“MILF?”
“Mother I’d like to fuck.”
“Were you together?”
“No, I wish, but she was a nice person.”
So I’m looking at this dialogue and so thankful it is not the book I am reading and wondering how long MILF could work it’s way into the venacular of a dowager’s mystery novel all the way from American Pie, the teen movie some years ago and suddenly we hit turbulence and the plane is going this way and up and down and sideways and well, for a while there it is pretty rocky.
After it finally calms down some, the woman says to me, “I learned a long time ago to not worry about things I can’t control.”
“Hmmm,” was all I said as I closed my eyes and tried to get a cat nap in before we landed in Denver.