Check-out time.
Sunday afternoon, after a fabulous plate-o-ribs at the Rib Crib, per Bubba Sean’s insistence, I got bounced out at the Tulsa (TUL) airport. Or maybe it was Tulsa International Airport (TIA) run by the Tulsa Airport Authority (TAA).
Going through the security line, one guard was sure I was some Famous Christian Musician.
“Man, you look just like him.”
“Who?” I asked.
He repeated the name, which I didn’t catch or recognize.
“He’s a famous Christian musician.”
Right. Usually it’s that piano player or the typical Austin comment, “Don’t you play guitar in a band?”
Unrelated:
What the cat thinks about her kitty chow.
