Airport, ho!

To think that I drove here from Colorado, all for the pleasure of having my car and taking "excursions" or "vacations" to exotic locales on the East Coast. Like Philadelphia, for example.

Boy was I ever wrong.

Instead I get to drive to the always exciting and enthralling journey to... JFK! (Somebody, hold me down from all the excitment--I can't wait to go!)

It wouldn't be so bad if I could go there, make my pick up (or drop off,) and be home in an hour's time. It takes about 25 minutes to drive there (no problem,) then AN HOUR to get from the exit to the terminal, then ANOTHER HOUR to get out of the terminal.

Now, all things aside, this only happens during heavy rainy nights.

Oh, what's that I hear? Is that the pitter-patter of the rainiest day we've had this year?

(...)

I know what's going to happen. I'm going to get my friends, come home, and tomorrow when I get to work, my boss will accuse me of "drinking" the night before, which is what he always does when I look "tired", when in fact, I haven't had enough "sleep." (Though he is right most of those times...)

Sometimes, you're just damned if you do.