An unexpected love affair
My exit from Los Angeles could not have been more Los Angeles. I was late leaving for the airport. There was traffic on the 110, which made me later still. My friend behind the wheel got pulled over less than 100 yards from the LAX exit. Somehow I made it anyway.
On the plane I unwrapped my last Tacos Villa Corona spinach-potato-bacon breakfast burrito and promptly burst into tears. The diminutive grandmother next to me assumed I was getting divorced, and began to reassure me that there were plenty of other men out there. "No!" I sobbed as she patted my arm. "I'm moving to Connecticut!"
I hadn't expected to fall in love...