Flying Out of Control
The date was Thursday, August 31st, 2006.
I had planned a "short" day at work due to the fact that I was fly to Dallas for the weekend to visit friends and family. I left work at 4:45pm, in order to drop Sunshine off at his God parent's house. We arrived there around 5pm. I was at ease because I still had two hours before my plane would be leaving for Dallas. Yes Ladies and Gents, I actually flew this time. I came across an offer I just couldn't refuse. Gotta love Southwest Airlines (http://www.iflyswa.com).
An hour and a half later (6:30pm)
I am still about 15 mins away from Kings house. He lives right by the airport, so it made the most since for me to leave my car at his house and have him take me to the airport. I spent an hour and a half in traffic. I was so frustrated I didn't know what I was going to do. I make it to his house and he wasn't even there yet. I had to take a couple of deep breaths because, he didn't live that far so, things still seemed fine. My flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30pm. After pulling up at his house, I remembered he was going to let me borrow his suitcase. After parking the car I ran inside to grab the suitcase. As soon as I layed eyes on it, laughter crept across my face. This bag was sssssssssoooooooooo old looking, it could easily been mistaken for the bag of a slave back in 1865 after emancipation. It was HILARIOUS! My poor King is such a "different" kind of guy, with his own style to match. Soooo..........
After throwing my things in the "old school" suitcase, King drives up. He has to run in and do some "things" so, I had to wait briefly on him. I jump in the car with him around 7:09pm and we rush to the airport. I get to the Sky Cap and throw him my bags, he takes them and looks at me funny (awaiting a tip). Unfortunately, I had no cash on me, so I wasn't able to tip him. I rushed off so fast I left my Drivers License at the Sky Cap. After running back to retrieve it, I headed for the screening line. After waiting 10 mins and putting back on my shoes and hat, I ran for the gate.
After sitting down, I realize the plane was delayed until 8:20pm. I was happy and mad all at the same time. "Oh well." I thought. Let me run and grab something to eat. While standing in line a lady came up to me and told me that her "friend" thought I was attractive and wanted to talk to me. I said, "OK", and continued to wait in line to order my food. When I went to order I noticed a tired overworked woman (who obviously was a lesbian). I cracked a couple of jokes with her about her attitude, and preceded to order my food. While waiting in line, the guy who sent his friend up to me came to talk.
Mr. Lawyer, as I will call him explained his profession (obvious, by his name), and why he was so attracted to me. I entertained him for a minute or so, and then it was time to cut the convo short and prepare to eat my food. As we said our goodbyes, I walked towards the terminal (to wait in line of course). On my walk over, a short stubby chick (from the food counter) runs over to me and explains to me that her "homegirl" (the lesbian) wanted to "talk to me", so could she have my number? First of all, any one who knows me knows that I have never been down with "studs" (read: gay chicks who assume the "guy" role. They typically dress like men and assume the male role in relationships.) I could do nothing but laugh. By the way King is my world presently (and always). After achieving a HUGE laugh, I walk over to take my seat in the waiting area of the terminal.
While sitting, I kept glancing upwards (to take note of my surroundings), and continued to make eye contact with this guy. I kept looking at him because he had long beautiful locks, and a perfect edge up. He kept catching my stares (at his hair). As fate had it he ended up sitting next to me on the plane. Asked me the usual questions (name? kids? relationship? purpose of the flight?). It was truly weird. We landed in Dallas. We said our goodbyes. Obviously no exchange of numbers.
The End.
What an eventful journey back home.
~Dallasisinthegenes~
I had planned a "short" day at work due to the fact that I was fly to Dallas for the weekend to visit friends and family. I left work at 4:45pm, in order to drop Sunshine off at his God parent's house. We arrived there around 5pm. I was at ease because I still had two hours before my plane would be leaving for Dallas. Yes Ladies and Gents, I actually flew this time. I came across an offer I just couldn't refuse. Gotta love Southwest Airlines (http://www.iflyswa.com).
An hour and a half later (6:30pm)
I am still about 15 mins away from Kings house. He lives right by the airport, so it made the most since for me to leave my car at his house and have him take me to the airport. I spent an hour and a half in traffic. I was so frustrated I didn't know what I was going to do. I make it to his house and he wasn't even there yet. I had to take a couple of deep breaths because, he didn't live that far so, things still seemed fine. My flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30pm. After pulling up at his house, I remembered he was going to let me borrow his suitcase. After parking the car I ran inside to grab the suitcase. As soon as I layed eyes on it, laughter crept across my face. This bag was sssssssssoooooooooo old looking, it could easily been mistaken for the bag of a slave back in 1865 after emancipation. It was HILARIOUS! My poor King is such a "different" kind of guy, with his own style to match. Soooo..........
After throwing my things in the "old school" suitcase, King drives up. He has to run in and do some "things" so, I had to wait briefly on him. I jump in the car with him around 7:09pm and we rush to the airport. I get to the Sky Cap and throw him my bags, he takes them and looks at me funny (awaiting a tip). Unfortunately, I had no cash on me, so I wasn't able to tip him. I rushed off so fast I left my Drivers License at the Sky Cap. After running back to retrieve it, I headed for the screening line. After waiting 10 mins and putting back on my shoes and hat, I ran for the gate.
After sitting down, I realize the plane was delayed until 8:20pm. I was happy and mad all at the same time. "Oh well." I thought. Let me run and grab something to eat. While standing in line a lady came up to me and told me that her "friend" thought I was attractive and wanted to talk to me. I said, "OK", and continued to wait in line to order my food. When I went to order I noticed a tired overworked woman (who obviously was a lesbian). I cracked a couple of jokes with her about her attitude, and preceded to order my food. While waiting in line, the guy who sent his friend up to me came to talk.
Mr. Lawyer, as I will call him explained his profession (obvious, by his name), and why he was so attracted to me. I entertained him for a minute or so, and then it was time to cut the convo short and prepare to eat my food. As we said our goodbyes, I walked towards the terminal (to wait in line of course). On my walk over, a short stubby chick (from the food counter) runs over to me and explains to me that her "homegirl" (the lesbian) wanted to "talk to me", so could she have my number? First of all, any one who knows me knows that I have never been down with "studs" (read: gay chicks who assume the "guy" role. They typically dress like men and assume the male role in relationships.) I could do nothing but laugh. By the way King is my world presently (and always). After achieving a HUGE laugh, I walk over to take my seat in the waiting area of the terminal.
While sitting, I kept glancing upwards (to take note of my surroundings), and continued to make eye contact with this guy. I kept looking at him because he had long beautiful locks, and a perfect edge up. He kept catching my stares (at his hair). As fate had it he ended up sitting next to me on the plane. Asked me the usual questions (name? kids? relationship? purpose of the flight?). It was truly weird. We landed in Dallas. We said our goodbyes. Obviously no exchange of numbers.
The End.
What an eventful journey back home.
~Dallasisinthegenes~
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