I Can't Wait For You ~ 3

I never wanted everything to end this way, but you can take the bluest sky and turn it gray.

After we had finally rolled to a stop and all the right lights had been turned off I grabbed my giant purse and left the plane. I had to run down the tiny steps and trough the glass doors of one of the smallest airports I've ever seen in my life. It was already pouring down rain. All I wanted to know was when the next flight out of here would be. The other passengers dropped into seats right inside the door, I went in search of the ticket counter. It didn't take me very long to reach it. As far as I could tell the 'airport' was only two floors high and had a grand total of five gates. Shit. The one I had flown out of had almost seventy. How far was I from a real airport or city?
"Can I help you?"
"When is the next flight out?" I questioned, shivering in my now soaked clothes.
"I'm sorry, we can't plan any flights until the storm has passed."
"How long will that be?"
"It's expected to come through around seven."
"So it won't be long?"
"I'm sorry dear, that's seven tonight..not this morning."
"Then why did we even have to land?" She shrugged.
"I cannot presume to explain the decisions of your pilot."
"I-I-y-bu," I cut myself off and tried to control my tongue. "Can I rent a car or something?"
"A car for what?"
"To drive to another airport."
"We will only be able to make cars available if more people request them."
"Are you serious right now?"
"I'm afraid so."

I wanted to scream. I also wanted to call the woman behind the counter barely passing as human lots of different names. I did niether. It probably wasn't actually her fault. I just wanted someone to blame. Couldn't really blame the weather. We didn't actually have to land. I couldn't really blame the pilot either..if I had more than fifty lives in my hands I wouldn't have wanted to take the chance either. I guess the only one I had left to blame was my father. Blaming him for things never got me anywhere. There was no point. I pulled out my cell and dialed my mother. I would call my father later to tell him what was going on, as soon as I figured out what I was going to do.
"Hey baby, I thought your flight wasn't supposed to land yet."
"It wasn't. We were grounded in South Carolina, there's a huge storm coming in."
"Where are you?"
"Beyond the state I have no idea, this place is tiny! They won't even let me rent a freaking car and drive to a different airport!"
"Aw I'm sorry. When's the next flight out?"
"They have no idea. I swear I can feel a headache coming on."
"Well, just take a deep breath. Maybe you can catch up on some sleep."
"Yeah, enough sleep to last me a week. The storm isn't even passing through until seven tonight. I told you this was a bad idea."
"I didn't know I was supposed to predict weather patterns."
"Meh. No patronizing please."
"Excuse me, I'm sorry. But did you say that they won't let you rent a car?" I looked up to see a balding man staring down at me.
"Hold on Mom," I tilted the phone away and said, "yeah. They said more people would have to request it."
"That's ridiculous. Who wants to rent a car and drive out of here?" he asked loudly, half turning to where everyone else sat. After a moment quite a few people stood and came over to where we were.
"Mom, I'm gonna call you back."

"I'm Ralph," he explained as our group walked back to the ticket counter. "We would all like to rent cars," he said, reaching the counter. I didn't bother to hide my smile as the woman's glance slid to me.
"Very well. I'll have your luggage brought out while we're making arangements." As each person wrote their name on the form their bags were brought out. I ended up with a Honda. The moment that key was in my hand I thanked Ralph and was on my way. I spent five minutes in the parking lot looking at the map before selecting Charleston as my destination. Hopefully I would make it there with little trouble.

I left music off, trying to focus on the road. Not to mention that pounding rain and thunder created almost more noise than I could handle. The wind shield wipers were working furiously, I could only see about fifteen feet in front of me. About half an hour into the drive I realized that I needed to stop for gas. I would so hate to think that the woman behind the counter had done this on purpose. But she probably had. Bitch. Luckily a reflective sign told me that there was a gas station just up the road. At least one thing was going right today. The gas station that I pulled into was actually mud rather than asphalt. Unbelieveable.

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