This worked to my advantage, but caught me off guard as I learned about their delay while pulling into the cell phone lot near the airport. The phone rings and I fumble with my hands-free device (the state of Washington enacted a hands-free calling law similar to the one in California except theirs is a secondary offense) to answer the call. It's Betty.
Me: Oh, hello, Betty.
Betty: We're getting on the plane now. Can't talk much now. We'll see you soon.
Me: Uh, okay. See you soon.
My thoughts: So they're just boarding their plane when they should be landing in Seattle. Must've been delayed for some reason. So this'll give me time to shop for Dorothy's present.
So I spend the next two hours trying to find the digital SLR, a Nikon, that we talked about purchasing. In the end, I buy a different camera, but she's happy with the camera now so that's that.
I'm near the end of signing the papers to purchase the camera including an extended warranty (would not normally do this, but we have had really bad luck with digital cameras), and I realize that I'm running late now to get to the airport. Luckily I am only a few minutes away so I rush off even though there is no call yet. So I call Betty to find that they had just landed. Perfect timing.
After a quick curbside pick up at the airport, we were on the way to my parent's house. At the house, I tell them to go to the front door ahead of me. Dorothy answers the door and sees people that she did not expect to see.
Ryan gets more to the point and says, "Hey, what are you doing here?" before running off. We share the whole story with Dorothy and the kids. It'll be one of those memorable birthday stories that will be told over-and-over for years.

That evening after the party, I drive the surprise party guests to the airport and see them off, making it three trips to the airport in one day.



