Friday, April 06, 2012

Airports Stink

Welcome to my Friday night. While others are at home, playing with their kids, I'm watching a dude clean up vomit in the Gainesville, Florida airport.

The wife called...'buy a book' she said. Oh, but if I could. All they have are magazines, most of which feature a rapper or Kardashians on the cover. No thanks. I'll watch the vomit dry.

Long, cynical night ahead. Be warned. My flight is delayed...connections missed. Spending the night in Charlotte. Daddy. Is. Grumpy.

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