Shirley & Wro in BolognaOne time Shirley was visiting Des Moines we slept late on the morning of her departure. Rushed to pack, it wasn’t until she was standing in the airport check-in line that she realized.
“Oh my God. I forgot Wroburlto. What kind of mother am I? Oh well, you’re coming out in less than a month, can he just stay with you and come home then?” she asked, loud enough to be heard by several others.
She called from both the boarding area and from her connecting airport in Denver.
“Oh my God. I forgot Wroburlto. What kind of mother am I? Oh well, you’re coming out in less than a month, can he just stay with you and come home then?” she asked, loud enough to be heard by several others.
She called from both the boarding area and from her connecting airport in Denver.“Honey, this is rather crazy. I keep noticing people pointing at me and whispering. Now every one on the flight thinks that I actually forgot a child and just dumped him on you for a month,” she explained, entertained with herself.
“And how are you reacting?”
“Oh I just give them my most intense Chinese stare, as if to say “What are you looking at?" Gee I almost hope someone wants to talk to me, this is getting fun.”
For years afterwards, Wro referred to this as "The Great Abandonment" and blamed it for his addictions to shopping and flirting.
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