(The tremendous loss of my mother in 2004 and my father being seriously ill in 2005 leads me to understand my monumental stress, with the looming loss of my job on top of it all. What a blessing it was to be able to take this vacation adventure).
3/7/2005
Here I sit on my birthday, in Phoenix airport with a 5 hour layover. It couldn't be avoided because of the timing with Open Road Tours shuttle from Williams, AZ. So I'm writing and reflecting....
I rode from Williams sitting near an 81 year old Jewish woman named Rhoda. I know her name because the driver asked both of us our names, and he repeated our names a few times which is probably his practice to remember. She had visited her daughter who works at the Grand Canyon and has been there for over 22 years. Rhoda said that her daughter owns a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom trailer at the Grand Canyon. I asked Rhoda what kind of work her daughter does, and how does she manage the isolation of such an unpopulated place. She said that after her daughter graduated from college, she got a job in advertising. She developed gall stones and eventually lost her job for being out sick a lot. Someone came to their town in Michigan promoting job opportunities at the Grand Canyon, and she went to a seminar about it. she filled out an application, and got hired.
Rhoda very nonchalantly said, that her daughter couldn't go anywhere because she's too big. Then she rambled on about her visit and I continued to listen, and was silently stunned. She said that she and her daughter ate dinner in the Arizona Room and how her daughter eats free as a park employee. Rhoda said that she and her family had been visiting the Grand Canyon for over 50 years. She said was afraid of the canyon and would not go near the edge. She told me how her father told them they should travel and learn all about the USA instead of going abroad. I told her that since I mostly travel alone for work and pleasure, I have hesitated to travel abroad.
As our conversation went on, I pulled a photo of myself out of my purse to show her how big I was at my heaviest weight. Rhoda was astonished and then said that her daughter is way bigger than I was in that photo, and that she's over 400 lbs. She said she can't even discuss weight loss with her daughter because she gets very angry. Rhoda said that her daughter is hiding from society at the Grand Canyon, and that made me feel sad for her.
I told Rhoda that I can totally identify with her daughter's anger, and she probably feels helpless in that regard. I let her know that I had bariatric surgery and that if she committed herself to letting it work for her, it is a life changing operation. Rhoda said she was going to try and get her nephew to suggest it to her.
What really killed me, and inspired me to write, is how Rhoda said her daughter is messy so she has never been to her daughter's trailer. Also, she said that her daughter came to her room and asked what they should do for lunch. Rhoda suggested that they go to the Maswik Cafeteria and they could walk together. Rhoda said her daughter told her to pick up a box lunch for her. She let her 81 year old mother walk to the Maswik Cafeteria and carry food back to her room for the daughter to eat. Rhoda said she struggled to bring the food back to her room because she walks with a cane for support. She said once they finished eating lunch, they talked for a while. Then her daughter asked what are they going to do for dinner.
I just shook my head.
I met some, friendly people on this vacation I must say. Larry and Lori from Palm Springs offered the Word of God to me for comfort, confidence and strength upon hearing of my job loss one afternoon. They saw me eating by myself and asked me to join them. I really appreciated their encouraging words. Then the conversation took a turn when Larry had the nerve to try and suggest that I might make out OK trying to find a job because of affirmative action, since I'm a Black woman. I let him know that every job I have ever worked, I am always paid less than my equals and sometimes less than subordinates. It happens even if I have more experience and qualifications. He then said he was told to change his name to Leroy so he could get a job at an HBCU university. I told him my father was invited to see land to purchase in Florida and when we arrived and they saw that my father is Black, refused to take him to see the land. My father's name is LeRoy. Larry changed the subject after that.
On the van shuttle heading to Phoenix, was a guy who was on his way to China. He suggested that I look into training to be a court stenographer. He told all of us in the van that he could buy a full gear of Michael Jordan apparel for $20 dollars in China. The same would cost him $300 dollars in the USA.
3/8/2005
I am finally home and what a flight.....
The flight was annoying because although I had an entire row to myself, these two jerks sitting behind me kept bumping my seat. I turned around once and looked at the dumbass woman and she said she was sorry. Ugh! She was coughing all over the place and made me want to hold my breath for the entire flight from Phoenix.
For a little while, it was smooth sailing but then suddenly, she's bumping my seat again. I'm thinking she must be crazy or something... worse than a kid. I turned around and to my complete and utter shock, this jackass woman was sucking this guy's penis like there was no tomorrow! I could literally hear her sucking this guy off and his head thrown back and neither one saw me see them. He had his hand on the back of her head, bouncing it like a damn basketball. It felt like longer but after around 30 seconds I guess, did he notice me looking. It took me a few seconds to register what I was seeing because I was sleep, and her bumping the back of my seat woke me up ROFLOL OMG! I was so damn mad and considered making a scene and calling a stewardess but the plane was dark and most folks sleep on the red eye flight.
She popped up and I flipped back around in my seat, stunned. I was embarrassed and didn't even know why. They should be the embarrassed ones. I couldn't sleep after that. I tried. They were quiet. No more bumping of my seat for the rest of the flight.
