Travelin’ Man
That’s what I am.
I was stuck on the Wetzel Network at Case de Ma & Pa Wetzel, in fashionable Dallas, and I was waiting on fredlet’s journal to load. I got a close look at the background image. I did a double take.
I would expect something erudite, possibly something from a French nihilist slash existentialist philosopher.
No, seriously, what’s really there? Lyrics. From Lynyrd Skynyrd – Freebird..
Funniest damn thing in the world.
Monday Morning blues
I was – I thought – late to the airport.
Standing at the line to get my boarding pass, the machine spits out the paper, and the attendant looks at me, smiles, “Know which gate you’re going to?”
I held the boarding pass up to my forehead, “I’m sensing, Gate 8.”
“Austin,” she said, glancing at me up and down, smiling, “should’ve known.”
Does that mean I’m predictable?
