On this snowy February day, I am thinking about
a colleague of mine who is scheduled to fly to India tonight. She is worried that
due to the weather, the flight will be cancelled. As I am home due to the
weather, I am reflecting on an event, 27 years ago....In similar conditions,
and heading to the airport in the early morning hours, hoping to catch a flight
to Philadelphia. As a former flight attendant, I was quite sure that the flight would be
cancelled. I was also pregnant with my first child, and had a little head cold.
My ex was determined to visit his friend, so we took a cab to the airport,
where we ended up sitting on the plane, only to deplane upon hearing the flight
was cancelled. My ex began calling trains and buses in a futile attempt to
travel via a different mode. All calls were in vain and we took a cab home. I
wasn't disappointed, after sitting on the cold plane, for more than four
hours, my cold symptoms had escalated. I conveyed this to my ex, as well as my
eager anticipation to get into my warm bed with a cup of tea. Upon getting home, I crawled into
bed, as my ex called a local friend. In his typical over-animated narcissistic
verbiage, I heard him describe how the weather was perfect ski weather, and his
friend should join him for a impromptu trip to Vermont . Despite his sick and pregnant wife,
my ex rapidly repacked his suitcase with his ski gear, and left for the
weekend, before boiling the water for my tea. Although I should have been lovingly pampered, I was left to care for
myself; fortunately something I could do quite well. In retrospect, I enjoyed the quite
solitude instead of having to listen to frustrated narcissistic rage.
I don't
know my colleague's husband, but I am quite certain that if their flight is
cancelled tonight, they will rally. He will brew her a cup of tea, and then they will look for another way to find a flight to India....together.