My Children Disowned Me At Christmas, So I Gave Them An Envelope. The Next Day, I Woke Up To 67 Missed Calls

Scheduling A Ride To The Airport

I double-checked the flight times printed on the crisp paper before nodding in satisfaction. Everything was in order, and there was no reason to delay my departure any longer.

I picked up my landline receiver, preferring it over the cell phone that was likely blowing up again. I dialed the number for the local taxi service.

The dispatcher answered quickly, and I scheduled a pickup for three o’clock that same afternoon.