I finally arive in Chicago's O'Hare Airport only to find that every United flight is overbooked and the remaining Northwest flights to Detroit are cancelled due to inclement weather. I'm sitting on a bench right near the baggage claim area waiting for Jon "Gonads" Gotianse to pick me up and house me for the night when my phone rings...UKNOWN ID. I answer the phone and it's my eldest brother, SOnny. He asks me how i am and i tell him about the flights and how i'm staying over in Chicago with a friend..and then he lays it on me...
"PETE, TINA HAD THE BABY...8 lbs"
And he says it all calm and cool like as if it ain't no thang! On the other hand i respond with a jubilent display of joy and affection towards my brother (most of which he couldn't see because he was on the phone) and then *CLICK* Apparently the hospital only allows 1 minute phone calls to family. But anyways...
