So, today is supposed to be the day that our good friend, Tom Hanson, returns to the Valley of the Sun for the first time since June, when he left. He's coming back to teach at M.C. Cash Elementary School, and he's flying out today to take care of some paperwork and introduction stuff. Now here's where the story comes in...
Tom is flying in to town today. My roommate, Curtis, and I were supposed to pick him up from the Mesa airport after school, but Curtis didn't realize that his girls basketball team had a game tonight (instead of last night, like he originally thought). So, Curtis decides that we're going to drop off his truck at the airport for Tom to drive. The truck has a keypad entry system, so the keys can be locked inside. As long as you know the code, you're fine to get in. So, last night, we dropped the car off at the airport, and called Tom to let him know where it was, etc.
This morning, I get a call from Curtis...Tom just realized that he's not flying to Mesa, he's flying to Sky Harbor. So, he now has to take a taxi from there to our house, and we have to drive back to the Mesa airport to get Curtis' truck that could have never been there to begin with.
Murphy's law, I guess. Or, just dumb luck. Or, Tommy.
I love that he's back.
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