Yesterday I shared a couple of airport horror stories with you guys. But, while I was driving to work, I thought of another one. I’m not sure if I’ve ever written about this, but I probably have. At this point I think I’ve covered it all…
Anyway, I used to fly a lot because of work, especially when I lived in Atlanta. And when I returned from one of those trips, I found my car without its license plate. Someone had stolen it, while the vehicle was parked at the airport. Great! I had visions of some kind of bank robbery going down, maybe with a hostage situation, or a dead security guard. And whose plates are on the getaway car? That’s right, those of a Mr. Jeffrey Scott Kay, white male, somewhat pudgy.
I went to the pay booth, and there was a woman working there who looked like “Helen” from Drake and Josh. And here’s approximately how it went:
Me: Hey, somebody stole the license plate off the back of my car while I was in Chicago.
Helen: …What do you want me to do about it?
Me: Thanks for your help!
Yes, I sometimes forget about the joys of living in Atlanta. When I got home I called the cops, who also couldn’t give a single seahorse-shaped shitlet, and was thrust into a multi-day odyssey of voicemail, etc. It sucked, but apparently it happens all the time. When I returned to work, and started telling the story I was interrupted every time, by people who had it done to them, as well.
If any of you are interested in my new writin’ and self-publishin’ group at Facebook, please feel free to join. I will use the page as a dumping ground for my many frustrations and freak-outs while writing my second novel. And we’ll discuss other things, as well. In fact, our old friend Brad just published his list of ten books that have stayed with him through the years there. I’m slowly posting mine, as well. If this stuff interests you, please join-up. If not, it’s cool. I understand.
And I have a 3 o’clock meeting. I need to get outta here. I’ll leave you with this obituary from a few days ago:
For a Question, I’d like to know what you think his kids’ names were. Maybe Sandy? What do you have on this important matter? Also, what people have you known with ridiculous names? Please tell us about ’em in the comments.
And I need to go. I can’t be late.
See ya on Monday!