Have you ever been stuck in an airport for what seemed like FOREVER! Okay, let’s toss in some specifics into this salad. Off the top of my head let’s ask from 5:30am to 8:50pm. Has that ever happened to you?
Okay I lied. That wasn’t off the top of my head.
It wasn’t?
It wasn’t. I assure you this wasn’t a random sorta thought although this entry is kinda random.
Kinda?
Okay! Regular Random. Bear With Me though. You won’t be disappointed (hopefully) I promise! (Hopefully I can keep that promise).
So you would think if a person going to airport to airport. Walking in airport after airport. Delayed flight after delayed flight. Missed connection after connection. Well…I had five delays (give or take one) and three missed connections and one by only two minutes!
Yeah I was tired as hell my ankle popped about 17 good times on that last missed connection.
Why?
Yeah…why— because I was freakin running!
I! DO. NOT. RUN. I hate running. That’s one of the reasons I dance. Keeps me in shape and I usually don’t recognize the huffing and puffing as tiredness not like running it’s just different.
Okay so where is the main topic, the Big Enchilada, the meat of the story?
Here it is! Although I was sweating like Abner the pig (see pic 1.) with throbbing ankles. I looked on the bright side. I’m definitely losing some pounds here AND right before my best friend’s wedding too! Thank you God!
But also there are some strange dealings that go on in airports. Oh yes! Believe me I’m a story teller (meaning creative writer not liar!) so I can tell the people in question’s story very easily. I won’t mention all just one— the one where I got the most info.
The people that got my interest the most was this family of three.
Oooh! Are they three killers or what!?
Nooo…it’s not as bad as that— I mean— urm– it can’t be worse (in my opinion). And besides who is stupid enough to witness a murder/murderers and write about it…Not ME!
Otaaaayyy! You’re dying to know, right? Are you sure you can handle it? Well…since you seem so confident. I’ll rip it off like a band-a— INCEST!
That’s right.
Whaaaat? You’re crazy.
Well, hell I really hope I am, really I hope so. If I am crazy then it can’t be true, right?
Well let me say this: Matching shirts!
What the fûck you talking about!?…Matching shirts? That’s your proof???
Just hear me out. Bear with me. See… this is the story/explanation I came up with—figured out (whichever you want to call it)
Family of three: Father, Daughter, Son
- I thought the Daughter was the mom until I did a double take. My neck was already hurting from the pent of stress of this whole day That double take just made it worse.
- The Father and Daughter we just hanging all over each other.
Okay, some of y’all still think I’m crazy. Again, I Hope So. Who wants to witness a daughter say “Father” in flirtatious way. This is America!—we usually say “Dad” or @ least “Daddy”. Then him leaning on her shoulder literally his head on her shoulder while she plays a game on her phone both of them watching. Seem sketchy, now?
Yeah. These are the facts of the situation. Okay—so I had been awake for pretty much 24 hours! But I’m just like you. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Were your eyes just tired?
No! I rested my eyes plenty with the amount of time I spent on those dreadful planes and inside those unfriendly airports. Naps were key. Even if they were those naps where you can hear what all was going on.
But what about the son/brother?
Hmmm… now that I think about it…where the hell was the Son’s matching shirt. Poor boy. Well it wasn’t a threesome!!! Not with these folks. That’s even too extreme for them!
HOWEVER!
(You had to know there was a “but” coming into the picture, didn’t you. Haha)
The daughter gets up from her comfortable position with “Father” to I’m guessing “freshen up a bit”. “Powder her nose”.
REMEMBER: You’re a Bear!
Well this young woman (I think I have the privilege of saying “woman” because I mean she’s humping her “Father”) gets up and her brother is over towards the exit of the waiting space charging his phone. As she is passing him she doesn’t ruffle his hair OH NO! She puts her hand on his cheek and caresses it then moves from cheek to cheek under his chin. He gives her the biggest grin as she walks away while looking back.
I’m like MY GOOD GOD! I wanted to jump up and yell, “Did not anyone see that!” So weird…I’m guessing he’s next on her list of seduction (wouldn’t that make a great movie!). And she just might succeed.
Why? How?
He’s her younger brother and he’s probably thinking my sister is so hot. I’m thinking the age difference is about a good five years. She could teach him everything she learned from Good Ole Dad—ahem excuse me, I mean “Father”.
And just for clarification and edification! He’s not like a 50 year old with a 22 year old. He’s about late 30s or early 40s and she’s like 16 or 17. Definitely not married—NO RINGS! And the resemblance was pretty apparent.
Still not believing it? Well I’m not finished.
REMEMBER: You’re a Bear!
Before I was sure of what I was thinking (and that my intuition was blaring about) I tried to figure out the Mother aspect. Certain questions went through my head. Where was she? Did she walk out on them? Or did she die? That’s a common urm—for lack of a better word—excuse for why this Forbidden Fruit relationship became a reality. Maybe she reminds him of his deceased wife (sorry that sounds morbid). Or she gives him that drink from that fountain of youth he’s been thirsting for.
OR
If the Mother left them then as time went on the good little daughter couldn’t bear (REMEMBER!) to see her father hurt so she was there for them even set him up on a few dates but “it just wasn’t the same” of “she’s not the one” and more times passes. Father, of course, protective when Daughter brings a guy over or goes out with a guy—but a little too protective. Big Fight happens after one too many chase offs from Father and he may say something that sounds a bit suspicious or out of the ordinary.
Liiiiiiiike— for example.
“I don’t trust any BOY that puts his hands on you—you’re mine! I won’t lose you to some BOY looking for a good lay!” (Yeah he has to say “BOY” w/ emphasis twice)
Calm down Daddy-o!
OR
For those who want a less dramatic, less verbatim- like confession. The Big Fight could have happen like this.
Father sleeping on the couch when Daughter in past curfew but only by 10 min. She turns on the light. He groans at his sudden disturbance of sleep. Sits up, rubs his eyes then says
“You’re home I see”
“Dad” (it’s only Dad now because the forbidden-ness hasn’t set in) “Why are you sleeping on the couch.”
“When you’re out with any BOY this is where I’ll be. I’ll always be waiting.
[Of course he would obviously say “BOY” with emphasis no matter what fight scene they actually had]
Then there’s a long pause not awkward even though the too keep eye contact: Father– very serious; unafraid Daughter– taken aback and confused. She of course breaks eye contact first.
“I’m going to go to bed” she says as she’s heading for the stairs (of course I don’t know what their house looks like. But all their clothing wear and all those shopping bags look hideously expensive)
“Yes. It’s past both of our bedtimes” only after this does Father get up and follow. Daughter this entire “scene”—I guess— has been in deep thought and a tenseness has come over her body—which Father spots immediately. He can’t let he go to bed mad at him. He never want that. So he grabs her forearm lightly from the back.
“Wait a minute.”
She turns with a sigh. Not angry or pissed off or even worried just a regular sigh. He gets closer until she has to look up to see his face. Reaches up and caresses her face with just his thumb then runs his knuckles gently across her face. Again he takes charge of the eye contact then sighs tiredly before saying:
“Look, you’re the most precious thing to me. And I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want you hurt.”
A pause just slightly too long. He pulls back almost like he’s been shocked.
“I mean you’re my daughter– my baby girl”
Again daughter taken aback and confused. He kisses her on her forehead and turns away heading towards his room on the opposite side of the house.
“Goodnight sweetheart”
“Uh…goodnight…Father”
BAM! There you have it. 3 possibilities! Yes there may be more but these sounded most likely. Don’t you think?
What if Mommy Dearest just didn’t go on the vacation with them?
Really!? You ask me that!?! Okay, I can understand Father-Son bonding or Father-Daughter bonding. But why would Mother want to be at home while Father & the kids went on vacation — A vacation where they have to fly! C’mon man! Not likely. Unless the wife suggested — meaning…She’s cheating too! Aww Lawdy! This family is messed up! They have a freakin open marriage too!?
Well…that’s all I have to say about that. I could be totally wrong but these short shorts the Daughter was flaunting. Daddy would never let you do that. But Father will **Insert Cheeky Grin Here**
On a more funny note. As I was waiting to get on the plane — the same plane as Family Incest of 3 — another plane from the same gate unloaded and two NUNS! Seriously decked out in the entire wardrobe. Nuns got off the plane & walked right by me. One even had those 90’s round reading glasses.
I felt like Whoopi Goldberg. I didn’t know whether to thank them for their dedication or start singing.
“There’s not a man today who can take me away from my God.”
Well that’s all for this entry. But I have lots more to tell about this unfortunate/fortunate day.
Stay ρ€@©h¥ Keen! ♥
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