Those Brits

I don’t know what has me thinking about the time my wife and I took her mother on a trip to London, but I am sitting here smiling over what a fellow said to me at Heathrow when we were preparing to fly back.
It may be on my mind because I just finished reading yet another book on the Civil War. This was Jeff Shaara’s “Last Full Measure.” My mother-in-law needed a wheelchair in order to get through the airport and when we arrived in London, the gentleman assigned to guide her around, although a British native, said he was fascinated with the American Civil War. When he heard we were from Pennsylvania he said his lifelong dream is to go to Gettysburg and participate in a reenactment. He said he already had purchased a Yankee uniform.
But that’s not what has me chuckling. It’s the wheelchair guy we encountered on our way back.
A family member who lives in London dropped us at the airport and when we walked in I told the ladies to take a seat while I went looking for the wheelchair I had reserved. It was not long before I spotted several parked wheelchairs and a fellow at a desk in front of them.
I went up to the guy and said, “Excuse me, Sir, but I made arrangements to get a wheelchair for my mother-in-law.”
“Sounds like a pretty good trade to me,” he said without batting an eyelash.
It’s been more than 10 years and I am still laughing about it.

Ed Ackerman