disaster.

old school bluetooth.

that fucking hair

busts through the line at the gas station yelling, i need a triple jackpot ticket

is told the ticket is $20

tells the cashier that he has to call his boss for permission

then explains he means his wife

goes to the ATM in the gas station lobby to do a withdrawal

he can’t make a $20 purchase decision on his own but he will pay ATM fees at a gas station?

he’s at the table next to me waiting for his car, talking on his bluetooth

JFC

“random” TSA check at SEA.

the agent told me today was electronics testing day!

so, i asked her to define electronics.

she hesitated and was like, “laptops and stuff.”

i said, “oh, okay. i need a BIG table.”

i pulled out a laptop, 2 iPads, my phone, a point and shoot camera and every power cord i had. she was obviously irritated. she had to swipe and check like 10 things.

i win.

it was kind of cold that night

She stood alone on her balcony

She could the cars roll by

Out on 441

Like waves crashin’ in the beach

And for one desperate moment there

He crept back in her memory

God it’s so painful

Something that’s so close

And still so far out of reach

some idiot just grabbed my THIGH to alert me, in a very dark plane, that he needed to exit the row. my THIGH!?! my arm wasn’t good enough? guess who’s leaving her light on for the ENTIRE FLIGHT? 14F may be going down. news at 11.