Seoul Show

Rob is pacing around the apartment. He brings one item of clothing from the first bedroom into the second bedroom and lays it in a suitcase. Then he goes and gets another one. I will go insane watching him do this, so I have decided to just narrate his activity.

Those of you who are more observant will note that Rob is supposed to be in South Korea. He left for the airport this morning at 5am. I was actually able to form a coherent sentence--something about love and safety--before he left. Then at 8:30am, when I was drinking my second cup of coffee, the phone rang. His name flashed on the tiny screen and I picked up, "This is not good."

"No," he said. "My flight was cancelled."

He had been planning to fly to Los Angeles and then on to Seoul, but a little mechanical issue became a showstopper, and he spent the next 5 hours running from airline desk to airline desk trying to get someone to take him to Asia. The things he said about Delta today: they were not nice things. Finally Korean Airlines came through, so he is zipping up his suitcase for Take Two of this trip, which will be a direct flight (14 hours) to Seoul, arriving a mere 3 hours before his meeting.

He walks up and reads over my shoulder. "You're making me sound like a madman," he says in a bizarre monster voice.

"I disagree," I say. And then, "You should listen to The National song Slow Show on the plane."

"Don't boss me around," he says melodramatically, as though he is so stifled by my attention to our music collection.

The phone rings and he picks it up. "I know," I hear him say. "I'm not happy about it either." Apparently the driver who is waiting outside said it was unusual to be traveling to the airport at this time of night. A weird thing to say, in my opinion, but I guess it's not as weird as going to the airport at 5am and then going back at 11pm.