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 . . .