My best friend, Pieni, needed a ride to the airport and we were lucky to be in her neck of the woods. It’s good to have a bestest friend that doesn’t mind having to give up the shotgun seat to a cow. (Tip: Cows don’t like giving up their seat). She’s the greatest! She has the nickname “Cakefox” and I have heard rumblings that she likes to steal cakes from individuals. I would like to state that I have NEVER seen her steal any cakes. She’s really good at sniffing out the free cakes but she is no thief. She “iz a lady”.
When we came to pick her up she had, possibly, the GREATEST outfit to ever wear on an airplane. I knew she was going on a trip to the beach but I have never seen anyone so excited. This could be the first time anyone has worn swimmies on an airplane. I am guessing that she was not only ready for the beach but also prepared just in case of a water landing. Safety first I always say!
There are friends you love to hang out with. Then you have the friends you might help move a couch. A friendship that involves taking someone to an airport could be, in my opinion, the best friendship one would ever have. A good example of how one must be in the ultimate friendship zone to take someone to the airport is parking. It’s impossible to park a camper in a parking garage. We know this because Mr. C. Cow once tried to park the camper in a garage compact car space. One “Low clearance” sign, a rear view mirror, and a cows pride were lost that day.
It took us a while to find a parking space but the air gods of travel were on our side when we found a place specifically for campers. It did take us a long while to do so I ran into the airport while Pie got her luggage. There are so many different lines I was confused as to where to stand. I stood in a line that ended up being for coffee. Another line was for the bathroom. I finally found the correct line and held a place for Pie until she could run (Or I should say swim fin waddle) in to take her place.
While Pie was waiting to do the things one does at an airport besides get lost I realized that I hadn’t seen Mr. C. Cow for at least 10 minutes. After searching around I found him riding around with some luggage.
“No! Mr. C. Cow! That is not a merry-go-round!” I yelled as I ran at full otter speed towards him.
Security wasn’t too happy and neither were the people who needed to get their items. I apologized profusely to everyone and quickly ushered him off to get another coffee. Decaf this time.
Finally, after much decaf coffee and a cake or three for Pie they called for her plane to be boarded. We hugged (being careful not to pop her swim ring) and promised to see each other more often. I can’t wait to see what kinda of postcard she sends us on her vacation!
Location: East River Intercontinental Airport (M)
I would like to thank Pieni for helping us out with todays postcard! You can find her at:
Cake Fox in Second Life.
Galleria Kakku (Art Rocks!)
She is one busy fox! I’m glad she got to go on vacation.