So I went to work with my Dad today…and around 6 pm, we left his office to go pick up my Uncle from the airport. On our way their, my cousin (the Uncle’s son) calls my Dad’s cell phone and I pick up. I’m like “Oh hey! Me and Daddy are on our way to the airport right now to go pick up your Dad.” And he goes, “Oh…well… you can’t do that .” He’s like laughing and I’m like, “What? .” He goes, “He took the wrong flight. Vo abhi tho Houston mein bheteyvey haiN .”
hahahahahhhhaah omg I couldn’t stop laughing. My Dad was laughing, too. It kinda sucked because there was so much traffic that if we drove home, my Dad would have to drive right back up as soon as we reached home to pick up my Uncle. So, we had like 4 hours to kill. We went to a local marina and some mall and stuff. Then, we found out that our Uncle’s flight from Houston was going to be late…so we ended up coming home (the traffic had also decreased). So now, my Dad has to drive back to the airport to pick up my Uncle from the airport around 10:30 tonight.