Grandma was here < 30 minutes and got pissed at me. Long story short, we missed her at the gate at the airport. (Sigh said 4 PM arrival, on time, she got there at 3:45, the 2 freaking minutes we were in the ladies room.) We find her down at the baggage area, and after I fucking RACED across the terminal as soon as I saw her, I get:
Where have you been?
Not lighthearted, not happy to see me, not with a tone of voice that just realizes we were upstairs LOOKING for her. Just completely, intractably pissed off. Great to see you, too, you loony old whack job.
And my spoiled brat cousin is getting married again. That’s kick in the teeth #2 for the evening.
