Went to the airport to try and fly to Mexico in the middle of the night. I did not have a passport so they wouldn't sell me the ticket. Instead of going home I got in a wheel chair and rolled around the airport for awhile. Then I just started riding the tram around the airport talking to whomever got on and sat close by. When I finally had enough I realized I had no clue where my car was. Husband had to come pick me up and drive through parking garages to find it. I laugh when I think what people must have thought. I don't even know what the hell I said to people.