Home Alone

This last week I had to do Park n Fly.
I know what you're all thinking, "Jon, you mean your family wouldn't drop you off or pick you up?".
Exactly.  In fact, if you're using park n fly by yourself, it means no one loves you.  I'm pretty sure the depression clinic re-located to next door to park n fly for when people begin to realize how alone they truly are.  

I parked, flew, and then upon arriving back in Toronto, I waited for a shuttle rather than a loved one.
There everyone is, hugging, reuniting, calling their friends and family to let them know they've landed safely.  And there's me, calling an automated teller telling them to get my car out from wherever they've incarcerated it because I am going to show up momentarily once WestJet boots up this carousel and throws my stuff on it.  Right after I allow all the keeners who crowd the area where the luggage falls to calm down and move aside so the rest of us can grab our bags.  (If you plan on being one of these keeners who wait at the luggage drop-off, it's also necessary you have a face of impatience and intense concentration, because you just never know when that luggage is gonna start shooting out at you).
So, I get off the plane, call Park n Fly, and drive home to an empty house at around midnight.
"Jon, your family wasn't even there to welcome you home?".
Nope.  They were too busy having a family camping trip.  I wasn't invited.
And now they are all at Camp without me as well.
I know, talk about abandonment right?

Luckily, I've been preparing for this moment for about 20 years, being the middle child of my family,  this kind of treatment has been happening consistently and constantly.  I can't say I was surprised when this sudden vacation took place without me.  Well, Jokes on them, they are going to have to do better than that if they want me to feel small, lost and alone.  Maybe forgetting about Christmas this year or not having enough food for me at Thanksgiving would be tough.  But, I'm mentally prepared now.  Suckers.
And, I accidentally forgot my mom's book on the flight to Edmonton so....take that.   
-jon.