Air Troubles: Part 2

I’m back didn’t get that flight. So yeah, I’m fucked. I just hope I get a chance to board the next one, which is in another hour. I better cause I MUST make it to Chicago by six for a mandatory opening-day dinner. I think I’ll just pay an additional $100 to make sure that I get on the next flight. I hope my company doesn’t hate me for the imprudent spending of their money and for being such a slacker.

Oh, but I did just run into Swedish Victor at the airport, which was a pleasant surprise. Swedish Victor went to school with me and was in a couple of my classes. What distinguishes him from other people though is his amazing designer wardrobe and lack of class participation. I mean seriously. This guy NEVER spoke in a class where participation was 60 % of our final grade. But I also remember Victor cause he’s really cute, particularly when I can see the extended outline of his rosy lips and fat dimples when he smiles. Being the unfettered extrovert that I am, I sat down next to Victor, inquiring of his whereabouts. Apparently, he is currently working for Deloitte and is also living in Dupont Circle. Oh, and during out short-but-friendly conversation, I managed to exchange business cards with him. Perhaps I’ll give him a call when I’m back in town. We do live in the same neighborhood, after all.

Ok, have to run in order to fork out an extra $100. Laters.