Cruel Wife and the kids dropped me off at PDX three hours early so they could make it to their hotel.
Honestly, I needed the down time. I hate goodbyes with family I see once a year.
Did you know that time stops in airports? Just like hospitals, courtrooms, funeral homes, and shopping malls.
But as I cruise the ‘net, I find interesting things, and this one brought a huge smile to my face. Not for the young victim, because nothing will fix him, and my heart bleeds for him. But the smile came from seeing this sorry sack of shit get what he has coming to him.
Actually he has more that he deserves, but I bet it will come to him soon enough.
The father is a saint, for having the self control to not kick the sick son of a bitch to death.
Yeah, you’ll have to pardon my frame of mind. I will be better in a few days.
… an eternity later…
Just saw Peter Ustinov. He shambled into the airport men’s room as I left it.
I am not sure which is more disturbing; Seeing Peter Ustinov or the realization of how old I have to be to recognize a long dead actor from so many years ago.
“Thirty five minutes” until my flight begins boarding. Might as well be like the Stephen King short story “The Jaunt”.