I
sat next to a great gal on a flight from Kansas
City to Atlanta
last weekend. Even before we got out of
the gate I was in love, I was taken by her constant, fey hand gestures,
the light-hearted
airs that accompanied the myriad stories, and above all the easy-going,
back ‘n
forth bantering that had nary an awkward silence. Alas
despite the fact
that we had meshed so well and had each other in laughter for the
entire duration
of the flight, she ended our fairytale meeting by uttering the words
that are dreaded by any smitten man:
“what dosage
are you on?
I’m a 40 a day’er.”
“armmmf???”
“you know,
Aderol, I just got moved up to 40mgs.”
“uhh…”
......
......
“you’re not
ADD??! No way!”
Basically I
guess this means that I am incapable of having
normal friends. So goodbye Garedi W. of Airtran flight 438, it
could
have been the greatest love that has ever been, but alas kismet
dictated our fates to be separate, well, destiny and
your um,
neurochemical defect.
Random thoughts from my weekend trip to Kansas City.
- Airtran is the Arizona
Cardinals of airlines. 4 flights, 0 on time. Amateur night
all the way.
- Kansas City.... parts of
it so dang white that the gas station attendants are white! I
can't remember the last time I saw non-brown people working at gas
stations. (I'm not being rascist, simply commenting)
- I didn't think it was
possible for a place to be so topographically featureless. The
steepest hill encountered? A freeway on-ramp.
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