Alright, I started the first half of this entry the day after I had this convo, but didn't finish it until 2 weeks or so later, so please excuse the choppiness.
My friend, MIH, texts me and asks, “Hey Pearl, can you take me to the airport after you get off work?”
“Sure,” I reply.
After I get off work, I drive over to where he is, pick him up, then make a pit stop to my place, where more of his stuff is stored. I’m tired after my 8 hour shift at work. It’s a little past midnight. I sit and watch as he repacks/reorganizes and we talk.
“MIH, how much was your ticket,” I ask.
“Uhh, $150*. I actually just bought it while I was at ____’s house just now,” he answers.
“WTF? $150? Only? How? No fair,” I say in jealousy.
“Umm, yeah, I bought a one-way ticket.”
I’m wide awake now. “What? A one-way ticket? Why? How are you getting home? When are you coming home?” I’m bewildered. I’ve never known anyone to seriously buy a one-way ticket-- a cross country, 3000 mile, west to east coast one-way ticket.
