Water aerobics

So pretty much we have a neighborhood pool and I met these old people Summer 2022 who were really nice to me and my sister. They invited us to water aerobics, and we had a great time lightly exercising. We talked for hours at the pool, and we checked into our flights back to New York and DC respectively. The next day we spent eight hours at Will Rogers for flights that were pushed back, hour-after-hour until it was just cancelled. We had smoothies and took several laps from the first gate to the last. My sister dropped us off at the beginning of her workday, and came back around to get us afterward. It was like daycare, she remarked.

It was fine, Will Rogers is my favorite airport anyway.

 A month from that date I'd be flying back to New York again, hungover from my sister's wedding, and I'd vomit into the water bottle emptying trashcan at TSA. I could only do that sort of thing calmly in Oklahoma. It's a fly-over state, anyway. I grew up incredibly happy there. I also felt like I had to use a near-expired drink coupon, too, so I was sick and green and sipping a Blue Moon on the plane. I released half my body weight in tears and wedding food that came back up. I was happy my sister, who'd spent her youth looking after us, finally found someone who could look after her. Isn't that nice?

Anyway, my sister and I went on a walk today and we saw those old people again. They called out to us— I wouldn't have recognized them at all bundled up, much less fully clothed (ha). 

"Didn't we meet you guys at the pool two years ago?"