They’re On The Same Airline Airwave
(I’m taking one of my best friends, her husband, and her son to the airport. I’ve gotten us onto airport grounds.)
Me: “Where…?”
Husband: “Oh, yeah, okay, you want to be in the middle lane here, but there’s a car there now, and then later, over the ramp, and eventually pull off to the right and park.”
Me: “…”
Friend: “Alaskan.”
Me: “Thanks, that was what I was asking.”
Husband: “…?”
(And that’s why we’ve been friends for sixteen years. She just gets me.)