Whole Lotta Helter Skelter
It was nearing 2:30am last night at the Austin airport. My brother’s plane was over 3 hours late getting him to Austin from San Diego. I was the only car sitting there, and the airport was closed, but rules are rules, and the policeman said I was in a no-waiting zone. “You’re really gonna make me circle?” “Well,” he said, “You can go to the cellphone waiting area.” “I don’t think my brother’s phone has any juice. And man, there’s no one here.” “I’m sorry, buddy,” he said, “if it were up to me… but my dispatcher just called my ass and told me to come talk to you.” So I circled, and circled, and circled. But it was a nice night, and somewhere in there, this came on the radio, and the windows were down, and I was feeling pretty happy. PS. On the off chance you’ve never seen this: this.
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