A Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple, Part 24:
(Karen and I are waiting in Terminal 2 of Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport to board an airplane for a 6-hour flight home.)
Brian: Y'know, whenever I'm about to end a trip like this, I often think, "What if I just didn't get on the plane?"
Karen: What would you do?
Brian: I have no idea! That's the point! What would I do?
Karen: Don't you want to go home?
Brian: Of course! But haven't you wondered? I'd have to figure out how to eat and sleep and get a job . . .
Karen: No. I just want to go home.
Brian: I could be the oldest Congressional intern! Or mow the grass on the National Mall!
Karen: I don't get why you don't want to go home.
Brian: I do! But it's like when you're standing on the edge of a cliff and wonder what it would be like to just jump off.
Karen: I never, ever wonder that.
Brian: Really? I mean, I'd never want to actually DO it, but--
Karen: I would never, ever even think of that.
Brian: Huh!
(Karen side-eyes me in wary silence until our boarding group is called, perhaps wondering if an annulment is still possible.)
This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.
These birds were inside the terminal and appeared to live on crumbs dropped by travelers. I can't imagine how they'd ever get out. Maybe they don't need to; it's a pretty cushy life! |
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