Thank you Hillary Clinton.

(Posted by Gayle)

I think I may have been given the biggest compliment of my life tonight (you have to consider the source.)   A New York cabbie compared me to Hillary Clinton (no – I wasn’t wearing a pantsuit.)

Our American Airlines flight into NYC was an hour late.  What’s new?  We arrived at the baggage claim at 12:01am.  Ron was off to get our luggage and my job was to call the Fairfield Inn and summon the shuttle.  Sadly the shuttle driver got off at 12:00am.  Okay this was moderately irritating to and I was trying to figure out how to blame Ron for the unfortunate even.  He had, after all, made the reservations, but could I really blame a weather delay on him?  No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t.  For the next 15 minutes tensions mounted as we tried to decide how to transport ourselves from point A to point B.  You don’t how badly I wanted to pick a fight with Ron.  I restrained myself, but I did have, what I call, “BadItude.”

Finally we climbed in a Taxi and asked to be taken to the Fairfield Inn which Ron had been assured was at La Guardia.  Well this may be “near” La Guardia, but it ain’t AT La Guardia.  Ron and I were both tired and irritable.  He was PO’d about the shuttle and I was PO’d that I couldn’t be PO’d at him for something he hadn’t done.  Are you with me?

So as our bottoms slide into the taxi, we are both relieved to be on our way to a bed for the night (we actually go into The City tomorrow – where we will be staying at a boutique hotel.)  Problem is the taxi driver has no clue where the Fairfield Inn in Flushing is (guess it’s not a hot spot.)  So we call the hotel on our cell phone and the front desk clerk gives said cabbie directions.  Next problem is the exit the driver has been told to take is closed and we are now officialy off the freeway in the middle of BFE (or BFF to be precise).  What to do now?

That’s when Hillary arrives on the scene to get us out of our mess.  I pull yank my cell phone (LG ENV2) out of my purse and turn on the gps navigator program that comes with it.  I tersely ask Ron for the damned address to the damned hotel.  And voila I have the turn by turn directions which I proceed to give to the ever grateful and good natured cab driver (thank you fates for giving us a “good one”.)  5 mintues later we are pulling into our not so quaint hotel for the evening.

By now we are all laughing.  The cab driver has asked me who my cell phone service is with and how much it costs to get the navigator feature.  As we are settling the fare, he says to me “Hillary Clinton she is going to fix things  -  women can lead the world.”  And of course he is right… unless you happen to be swing dancing.

So tonight I got us to our hotel, I didn’t kill Ron for something he didn’t do, I thanked him for making all our reservations and being an excellent travel agent (he really is), and on Sunday come dancing time “Hillary” is going to follow “Bill’s” lead and let him drag her around the dance floor.  I’ll have a smile on my facing knowing where the real power lies (in my purse on mute…)

Some secrets are meant to be shared and you don’t have to be in a May December relationship to benefit from ours!

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