It was 3 PM on Sunday afternoon when my mom and I got in the car to drop her off at the airport.
Her flight wasn’t until 11 PM that night.
This weekend, my mom came to visit me in Los Angeles and nearly had a stroke when she turned on the news and discovered… “Carmageddon 2!”
Mom: What’s Armageddon!? Is this a new movie about the highway?
Me: No, mom. They’re just closing the 405 all weekend.
Mom: What do you mean, they’re closing the highway? Oh my god, how am I going to get to the airport!?
Me: Will you stop calling it Armageddon? You’re scaring people!
No, unfortunately I didn’t make this up. This isn’t a new comedy on ABC and this isn’t a script I’m writing. For me, this is real life.
And this is what I heard all weekend long! It’s bad enough that she didn’t even want to do anything at all on Sunday because she had to get ready to go to the airport and watch the news. It’s bad enough that she met my boyfriend for the first time. And it’s bad enough that now he thinks she’s absolutely insane (not that he didn’t before).
I tried to do everything in my power to try and stop her from going to the airport 8 hours before her flight. But she insisted on having me drop her off, you know, to beat the traffic.
Well, guess what – there was no traffic! We got to the airport at 3:30 PM and once I dropped her off, she looked at me – bewildered.
“Well what the hell am I supposed to do now!?” she asked me. “You’re kidding right?” I responded.