Al, Yeah, nothing could build up my confidence in you any higher, than knowing that you made arrangements for a strange looking/acting, foreign, non-English speaking, man lurking around the airport, luring young men into his van, to provide transportation for your son. Can you think of any reason why there aren't a lot of people, fitting that description, hanging around at the airport? At least it made it easy for your son to find him, right? Heaven forbid he accidentally find the WRONG strange looking/acting, foreign, non-English speaking, man lurking around the airport, luring young men into his van, and go off with him.
Regardless of how strong your son is, unless he grows 12 feet tall, and turns green when he's upset, he's still mortal. Your wife actually took it well. Had it been me, I'd be in the waiting room, demanding that the surgeon hurry up, and give me back my favorite cast iron skillet, you borrowed as headgear, that got stuck to your head.