The taxi driver who drove me to the airport asked me how long i'd been in DC.
"3 months," i said.
"so where's your home, then?" he said.
"...," I said. "DC, I guess."
My taxi driver also [redacted].
Late Afternoon, Minneapolis Airport
I had a caramel apple with chopped pecans & a small bag of cheez-its for dinner.
Mmm... yum.
This is what annoys me: People who stand still on moving walkways & on escalators.
This is what I read on my flight to the twin cities: BORN STANDING UP by Steve Martin. It was great.
On the Flight to FranceThe fat-free airplane brownie they gave me tasted like cigarettes.
My flight route is so funny. DC-Minniapolis-Paris-Amsterdam-Kampala. Zig-zag. Zig-zag. Zig-zagging across the ocean!
I don't suppose they sell [redacted] in the Amsterdam airport, do they?
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