Thursday, June 13, 2013
Lock and Launch
"Morning Honey." Rob ambles into my room and yawns.
My heart lifts at the sight of him then slams to my gut as the adjoining door snicks shut behind him. "Dammit Rob,"I yelp, "you just locked yourself out of your room."
He gives me a sleepy perplexed look. "I did?"
"Yeah." We've got an early flight to work and I'm not happy but I rein in the attitude and shoot a look at the clock. "Call the front desk and get someone to open the door."
"Okay," he says as he sets down the phone, "they'll be right up." Unfazed, he wraps a towel around his naked glory and saunters into the hallway. The airport van leaves in twenty minutes. Annoyed, I roll my eyes and yank a brush through my hair. Two seconds later Rob is back. "Well I have a key card but I forgot I set the security bar."
"Jesus Rob," I moan, "what if you pay attention?"
"Don't worry," he grins, "They're sending a guy to pop the lock."
Yeah and how long will that take? I snatch up my uniform pants, yank them over my hips and thrust a thumb at my bathroom. "Take a shower Rob or you'll miss pick-up."
"Good idea. You'll answer the door when they knock?"
My jaw hurts. I like mornings but on my own terms so I wake early, drink coffee, stretch out the kinks and enjoy the silence. I'm not happy.
Rob clicks on CNN and my shoulders hitch a little higher. "Now Rob."
He disappears into the bathroom so I click off the TV and pour water into the coffee maker but I can't get the foil wrapper off the filter. I give up and slam the rest of my belongings into the roller-board. I'm at the door when the shower shuts off. "I'll let the crew know you might miss the van Rob, just do your best."
I blow past a man bearing bolt cutters and breeze into the hotel lobby moments before pick-up. I'm telling the story to our fellow flight attendant when a hand settles on my shoulder. "Now this is a funny conversation to overhear."
"Yep," I look at our new Captain, introduce myself and roll my eyes, "my husband."
"It was funnier when I didn't know that."
Our luggage is already loaded when Rob trots up to the crowded van so he hauls his roller-board in and plants it on his lap. "Yeah," he says, "lets go to work." He hands me a bit of cut metal and laughs. "I'm a gold member so they didn't charge me for the lock."
As the van stops at another hotel I eye the available space. "Better put your bag in the back Rob so the next guy can find a seat."
He hauls his bag to the front door but it doesn't open.
"Locked out again." Shouts the Captain. The van fills with laughter as Rob returns to his seat and wedges the roller-board between his knees.
Houston, I sigh, we have a launch.