First there was something that took place at my work. I don’t really remember it.
Then, dad and I drove to the airport, where we parked fairly close to an immobile hurricane. Then we drove around the building to the runways, and parked at gate 15F, I think… There was no plane there, so I climbed up and went inside and asked the cashier if it was the right gate to be at. She said it was, opened her register drawer to give me the money to pay for it, and it was full of candy. I jokingly told her I had lots of candy in my pocket, and she got 5 bucks from another cashier, which was how much it cost me for a co-pay for the gate.