TheSmithViewpoint

Sweet Guataland!

One humid morning in Houston, Jake, a close friend of mine, was sitting comfortably at his gate in Terminal C. He was certain as to which was the appropriate gate because he had read it aloud from his boarding pass several times. Was Jake alone? Certainly not. He was accompanied by an unbalanced ratio of those touring and those native to their destination.

Jake looked up from the page he was on in Harry Potter:The Liger in the Witch's Wardrobe to glance out of the terminal window. His eyes immediately moved to the aircraft on which he would soon be boarding. He noted the girth of the plane, and how alive the vessel seemed with so many men moving in and out of it. He looked down at the men, and imagined that they were there working only for him. This pretend sparked a wish within his head: Ooh, I hope one of the flight attendants is a man. In fact, I hope they're all men! Yum!

His thought was interrupted by the gate agent: "Ladies and gentlemen [blah, blah, blah]..."

"Ooh, that's me (or us?)!" He quickly grabbed his carry-on, almost forgetting to grab Harry, to which he whispers, "I couldn't leave without you, Harry!" He trotted over to the line already growing, trying to get as close to the front of it as he could get away with. "Move bitch!" he demanded, pushing a plump, middle-aged woman back where she belonged.

This was the trip Jake had been waiting for since his last trip in 2000, and he was not going to let some "weight-watcher" slow him down......

To be continued? We'll see......

posted by Smith @ 9/08/2005 03:11:00 PM