The paper struck the door like it did every morning and he slipped his loafers on to go fetch it. After a quick glance, he set the news down on the counter. He dropped two pieces of bread into the toaster and then went to turn the shower on.
The fancy striped pajamas he was wearing made him feel slightly dressed up and he . . .
The ride to the airport was easy and the surly TSA agent didn't say anything about his mismatched socks or the fact that he had no carry-on bag or luggage. His last-minute ticket made the buzzer go off when it went through the scanner. He realized it was the return ticket that would be used to fly back in a few hours.
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FYI: I drink it over ice
When I think brunch I think of course about le Canon de 75 modèle 1897. Don't you? I also think about how long the line is going to be over at Lula Cafe on a Saturday morning. After mulling it over and deciding to stay home I make sure have eggs, bacon, and a bottle of bubbles in the fridge. I put on my favorite French . . .