Not an Airport Exit

I tend to view the world from an upside down, on the side, around the corner perspective.  I live outside the preverbal box, in fact the box may make a really great foot stool, kind of way.  My perspective can be interesting and confusing to me as well as the people living with me, those that choose to work with me and the ones who love me.  I also believe this is a gift to be treasured, most of the time.

I would like to share a story that illustrates this in a slightly embarrassing way.  My husband and I had pulled off to get gas for a rental car before returning it to the rental car lot.  As we were leaving the gas station, the sign at one of the exits read, "Not an airport exit".  I read the sign and processed the the sign to mean,    this is not the way to go if you want to exit the airport and it is the way to go if you want to continue on your journey to the terminal.  I wanted to stay on the airport grounds so, I took it.  My husband looked at me with his eyes all crunched together with his finger in the position of  half point and his head cocked slightly to the right in a confused way.  Needless to say, we were off on  an adventure and we were not going in the direction of the airport.

Gotta say, I love an adventure.  Good thing.