On Saturday, November 14th, 2009 (Happy Birthday Mom!) Clark and I got up and rolled out of bed and Jose told us that we should go to the Scottsdale Airport for an "Air Expo" while he was at work. He was bummed he couldn't go, but didn't want us to miss it.
So, Clark and I take off and find the airport in Scottsdale, which is not an easy feat. We walk up to the entrance and this teenager tells us that we need to register. (Okay, she was probably 20, but she looked 14. No cracks about how I'm just gettin' old, please.) I take a look at the registration card and smile at the girl. It asks about hours of completed flight time and what my purchase range is, starting at 250K. FOR AN AIRPLANE.
I start to panic, because I'm not here to
buy an airplane. I'm here to let my barely-three-year-old
climb on one. I smile again and figure, what the heck? The millionaires won't be following me home, that's for sure! I write "zero" in all the appropriate boxes, thinking that Clark is going to love this so I'd better just swallow my pride and go in. I was wrong. Clark was very apprehensive. Scared. To Death. Of Airplanes! Eh???
He absolutely did not want to even touch one. Didn't want to even get near the ones that the millionaires were considering to purchase. Which, I must say was sort of a mixed blessing. I wasn't so sure I wanted his footprints on the potential-buyers' brand spankin' new
creamy mocha-colored leather seats. Nope, he was content to watch them from afar. But after about an hour of deliberation, I got sick of it and commanded Clark to sit in the airplane. We weren't leaving until he did.
I actually think he liked it. What's not to like? It was sleek, beautiful and cost about 1.5 mil. Glorious. I tried to make a game out of it by asking him where the wings, tail, propeller, doors were, etc. He humored me and I've got it all on tape. Even the part where I say, "Oh no, no, no, no! Don't stand up on the chair! Don't put your feet up there!" I don't want to get kicked out. I'm starting to feel comfy here in the land of money.
Well, Clark got tired and it was time to turn back into a pumpkin. It turned out to be a fun day, though. About a month later, I actually got an email from one of the "Air Expo" big wigs, asking me if I was ready to seal the deal on one of the planes. I had a lot of fun responding to
that email.
On Saturday, November 14th, 2009 (Happy Birthday Mom!) Clark and I got up and rolled out of bed and Jose told us that we should go to the Scottsdale Airport for an "Air Expo" while he was at work. He was bummed he couldn't go, but didn't want us to miss it.
I start to panic, because I'm not here to buy an airplane. I'm here to let my barely-three-year-old climb on one. I smile again and figure, what the heck? The millionaires won't be following me home, that's for sure! I write "zero" in all the appropriate boxes, thinking that Clark is going to love this so I'd better just swallow my pride and go in. I was wrong. Clark was very apprehensive. Scared. To Death. Of Airplanes! Eh??? 
He absolutely did not want to even touch one. Didn't want to even get near the ones that the millionaires were considering to purchase. Which, I must say was sort of a mixed blessing. I wasn't so sure I wanted his footprints on the potential-buyers' brand spankin' new creamy mocha-colored leather seats. Nope, he was content to watch them from afar. But after about an hour of deliberation, I got sick of it and commanded Clark to sit in the airplane. We weren't leaving until he did.
I actually think he liked it. What's not to like? It was sleek, beautiful and cost about 1.5 mil. Glorious. I tried to make a game out of it by asking him where the wings, tail, propeller, doors were, etc. He humored me and I've got it all on tape. Even the part where I say, "Oh no, no, no, no! Don't stand up on the chair! Don't put your feet up there!" I don't want to get kicked out. I'm starting to feel comfy here in the land of money.
Well, Clark got tired and it was time to turn back into a pumpkin. It turned out to be a fun day, though. About a month later, I actually got an email from one of the "Air Expo" big wigs, asking me if I was ready to seal the deal on one of the planes. I had a lot of fun responding to that email.
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