I was reading away in the Phoenix airport, trying to catch up on backdated issues of the WSJ and waiting for my flight to Atlanta to begin boarding when an interesting character sat down next to me. She immediately announced her CinnaBon had nuts on it – which she didn’t like – so she offered it up to the general public. She took an envious look at my turkey sandwich from CPK and asked if it was good. I told her not really, the bun was kind of soggy and it tasted like it had been hanging around for a couple of days before I purchased it. She then proceeded to ask if I was going to eat the other half of it. To which I responded, “Probably.”
Later she was yapping away on the phone (not quietly, so it’s not like I was eavesdropping on her conversation – I think half of the folks sitting at Gate A7 knew what was going on in her life by the end of the phone conversation). She called up her ex-husband and was ranting to him about how her latest marriage – now less than 48 hours old – was heading for divorce already. By the MGM Grand notebook she was carrying, I cleverly deduced her and the soon to be ex had jetted off to Vegas to get hitched. Classy.
I heard her negotiating with the US Airways travel agents in an attempt to get on the 1:04p flight from Phoenix to Atlanta. Apparently, her and the soon to be ex got in a fight on their last fight, he “called the cops” on her and threatened to take the marriage certificate and divorce her before she could divorce him. Which made me think: what’s wrong with people? I quietly got up and moved as far away from the crazy woman as possible, hoping to avoid any further knowledge of whatever drama was in the midst of transpiring. Could be the shortest marriage in history…I wonder what the world’s shortest marriage in history is. I’ll have to do some research and post to the blog.
