Try this at Heathrow

There are times when I feel sad that I don't live in a big city, mainly when I hear about an interesting activity that's going on elsewhere. Today a co-worker was telling me about Body Worlds 2 which she saw in Chicago on Friday. I was bummed because Andrew and I missed seeing Body Worlds 1 in Chicago in 2005 by one weekend. (We had miscalculated and it had left for Boston one weekend earlier.) How quickly the big city daydream fades though...

I drove out to the airport to pick up a shipment for work this evening. I left the house at 5:15 p.m. I arrived at the airport at 5:25 p.m. I pulled up to the entrance (yes, that is singular) and parked in the loading zone. (I assumed that was okay though because the airport was about to close.) I then walked about 10 steps into the airport and the woman at the terminal counter (again, singular) turned and said, "Hi, are you here for the birds?" I told her yes, I signed two forms and she handed me the shipping crates. A gentleman appeared and said, "Can I carry those to your car for you?" I again said yes, walked 10 steps out of the airport and the man loaded them into my car. I hopped into my car and headed to work. I should point out that the man was not a baggage handler looking for a tip, he was the pilot of the plane who wanted to help out. What's the best part of this story....I was home again before 6:00 p.m. Ahhh, small towns.