I looked out the window of the plane and sighed. What wonderful new experiences would be waiting for me in the twin cities? Okay, so maybe I was putting a happy light on the deal, but who could blame me? I wasn't about to get all worked up over 'what-ifs' that probably wouldn't come true, especially when I had a bunch of things to look forward to.
The seatbelt light came back on and I quickly packed up my stuff. "Passengers please fasten your seatbelts and put you seatbacks in the full and upright position, we are now entering the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. It is currently 2:35 local time and a balmy 78 degrees. On behalf of all your flight crew we thank you for flying American Airlines and hope to assist you in your travel needs again."
I unlocked my seatbelt as the plane came to a slow stop and waited for all the old people to gather their bags and unbuckle their seatbelts. I never understood why people waited for the seatbelt light to go out to take them off.
I finally got off the plane and made it to baggage claim in fifteen minutes flat. As I was waiting for my bag, I thought I heard a familiar voice.
"Then Baker gets rammed into the boards; I'm talking hard, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he's drunk. So he's trying to get back in the play and he trips over the puck and lands flat on his face!"
I investigated and there was Steve Christoff, from Nallen's, talking to another guy, with blond hair and blue eyes,who was doubled over laughing.
"Hey Steve, you live around here?"
Steve spun around, losing his grip on his baggage and sending his duffel bag skidding across the floor. "Oh! Sam, uh yeah, right off campus." The guy next to him elbowed him in the ribs and nodded at me. "Yeah, uh, Sam, this is Josh Nolan, Josh, Samantha Carling."
"Nice to meet you." I said, shaking his hand. The greeting went on a few more seconds than necessary, and I had to force my hand out of Josh's.
"You too. Hey, could we give you a ride?"