It was our first time in the airport together.
Amanda and I had a little time to kill (since I wasn’t a terrorist this time) and we headed for coffee.
We always have a little tussle when it comes to paying for coffee.
My turn. Her turn. My turn. Her turn.
MY TRIP = MY TURN. MY TURN. MYTURNMYTURNMYTURN.
We wheeled to the nearest Starbucks.
And the who-will-pay dance started.
She was past my last argument.
“Are you really going to fight with the handicap chick?”
I think it wore off in NC.
So I was going to have to come up with something new.
I leaned over.
I opened my mouth.
The sound the sound that came out was a cross between a woolly mammoth in labor and a really drunken Green Bay Packers fan.
Amanda snorted in surprise and laughed so hard she almost peed her pants.
The best part?
Was the people walking behind us that thought Amanda was just laughing at that poor girl in the wheelchair. That glared at her. And scowled. Who’s dirty looks made Amanda laugh harder.
For the record, I won.