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 Holly Winter Living The Life Of Holly June 5, 2003 “You’re already packed?” Darlin-man asked into the phone. “Well. Mostly.” I answered. “I haven’t found my suitcase yet.” He said, rummaging through a closet. “It must be in the garage. Can’t believe you’ve packed already.” “I leave at four thirty in the morning.” “Oh, yeah. You win.” I was a little worried that I have a lot of variety when it came to clothing options. My suitcase was small. We would only be on the island for five days. I mean. How much would we need? “How much are you taking?” “Oh. I don’t know. Five pairs of pants. Five pairs of shorts. Probably nine shirts. Four bathing suits.” “You’re kidding, right?” “No, why?” “How many suitcases are you taking?” “Why?” “You know that I can only take my flight attendant suitcase, right? Nothing else, right? Because I am jump seating to get down there. I need a small suitcase that I can take as a carry on.” Darlin-man laughed. “My suitcase would never work as a carry on.” “How big is it?” “Oh. It’s not that big.” He lied. “Maybe you could throw in a sweatshirt for me….or I’ll be whining come a chilly night.” I hate to be cold. A sweat shirt would have taken up half of my suitcase. “Can’t you fit a wind breaker into your suitcase? That’s all you’ll need.” I started un-jamming the zipper so that I could unzip the suitcase. “Yes. I think that I can fit a windbreaker in there.” I puffed as I squashed the air out of the contents one more time. “Good.” He said, brightly. “You know.” I warned. “I only have two pairs of shoes with me.” “Why?” “My suitcase is really small.” “Oh. That’s too bad.” He said. “You should have said something. I could have taken something in my suitcase for you.” Yeah. I know. I was tempted to drive over to his place right now and deliver a small, large armload of things that might be handy on the trip. “Ok.” He said. “I have to run back to the Cath lab to do a few procedures. You try to relax and finish up your packing.” Man. I’m supposed to relax and pack and run errands while he runs off to conduct a few emergency operations? Does that seem unbalanced to you? “And then…” He continued. “I have to run over to the other hospital and put a couple of stints in another guy.” I know. Maybe I should floss my teeth while he was gone. You know. To promote healthy teeth and fight gum disease. “Ok.” I said, slowly, knowing that polishing my nails wouldn’t compete with his afternoon when it came time to hand out Nobel prizes. “See you in Miami. “Maybe I’ll see you in Miami.” He joked. “But. Don’t worry. If you don’t make it to the island tomorrow night, I will have a drink in your honor, anyway. “Make it a big one.” ------------ About the author: Holly Winter is a teacher and a writer and a flight attendant living in Denver, Colorado, USA. She can be reached at her website or email: Holly@livingthelifeofholly.com Comment on this column in the forum. ------------ |
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