Can You Come Get Me Please?

Jimmy got back from New Orleans today. When he left on Thursday, we thought his return flight was late Tuesday night. However, he called me early this evening to let me know that I needed to pick him up at the airport tonight. He realized this afternoon that his tickets were for today rather than tomorrow. He said he pretty much threw his things into his bag, jumped in the car, and left without saying proper good-byes to people because otherwise he would have missed his flights. Anyway, we made it to the airport and retrieved Jimmy, and it's nice to have him home again.