Tattoo Bulldog Mom Unbreakable Tee Shirts years back I was working a consulting job and I had to be at the client site late on a Friday. I had a nice 1pm departure flight home on Saturday, so I slept in, had a nice breakfast and got myself to the airport. Usually I hated Saturday returns home as I lost a personal day in transit, but I didn’t have to travel the next week, so I was just trying to relax and let the day pass gently… making the best of what needed to happen for my client. The flight was full (LA to Dallas) and I was in line at the agent desk at the gate, about 20 minutes before the boarding time. The lady in front of me was in full melt-down mode. I caught the gist of the conversation… She was trying to get home to Dallas. Her husband was in Dallas, but was boarding a flight to go somewhere for his job later that day and their son was in child care somewhere in Dallas. Their flights had been arranged so that mom could fly back to Dallas, get home and then Dad could go to the airport. Her earlier flight, however, had been canceled due to a mechanical issue and she was pushed to stand-by on my flight, a couple hours after her original flight. Timing was now such that that dad could drop off the child at child care, catch his flight and mom (the lady in front of me) would pick up the boy around 5–6pm, just before the day care facility closed for the day. The problem was that she was stand-by… she was #1 in line for a seat, but it was sold out and almost everyone had already checked in. She wasn’t going to get on this flight and the one in 3 hours wouldn’t get her home in time to pick up her son from child care.