I drove my guy to the airport on Saturday. I typically park briefly at the terminal, we get out of the car with my guy's stuff, we kiss and hug, and he is off to check in.
It was a bit different this time. I parked at an angle because the woman in front would not pull up. Oh, well.
My guy went to get a cart. He had his luggage, computer bag, and a box full of training manuals.
He always insists that I don't injure my back by leaving his stuff alone. However, it was pretty easy to get the first two items from my backseat. I had to leave the box in my car's trunk.
He came back with the cart and looked at me.
"How many times I have told you to look cute and not lift a finger?" he said, playfully disapproving of my efforts.
"I'm goody girl," I replied.
"No, you're baddy girl. I need to deal with you when I return," he said.
I like when he threatens to punish me.
We embraced and kissed. I wished him a safe flight. He said to drive safely home. We then headed our separate ways.
