Sorry about the lack of updates lately. All last week was nothing but softball tryouts, which was a complete waste of time considering I didn't make it. Oh well, it gives me more time to work on this story.
Chapter Fourteen: Dave's P.O.V.
"What time's our flight again?" I asked Randy as I packed my suitcase.
"12:00," he yawned. "It's too damn early to be up."
"It's 9:30. How is that too early?"
"Well, when you don't go to sleep until around 4:00 in the morning, it's really early."
"Whose problem is that? You shouldn't have gone down to the bar and gotten smashed like you did."
"How'd you know that I went down to the bar?"
"Because I was the one that had to bring your drunk ass back up here after the bartender called and told me you passed out."
"Sorry about that, big man. I was just pissed off about that argument and all."
"Don't worry about it. Do you wanna go grab a bite to eat before we head to the airport?"
"Sure, that sounds good."
We went and ate breakfast before arriving at the airport around 11:30. I walked over to the schedule, like I always do, to make sure that no flights had been delayed. Then I noticed something. There were no flights to Baltimore at 12:00.
"Randy, what time did you say our flight was?" I asked once again, just to make sure I hadn't heard him wrong.
"Noon. Why?"
"That can't be right. Let me see the tickets," I said as he handed them to me. The day was right but the time wasn't. "Randy, these say 2:00 not 12:00."
"I swore they said noon."
"Learn how to read. Man, I am not staying in an airport for two and a half hours."
"Well, I kinda already turned in the rental," Randy said, sheepishly.
"Please tell me you're kidding," I said as he shook his head.
I sighed and set my luggage down. "I'm going to go find something to do," I told him and began to walk away.
"Dave! What am I supposed to do?"
"Watch my bags!" I walked around the airport for about ten minutes before something, rather someone, caught my eye.