Airport Musings

The pensive young man in the red shirt lounged in his chair, foot tapping impatiently and contemplating suicide. The goddamn people weren't at the desk and he needed to check in, needed to get home, needed to see his parents one last time. He flew back home to Minnesota, suprising his parents, who were overjoyed to have their son back at home. His mother cooked up a magnificent feast, but when she told him to wash up for dinner, he went upstairs and blew his brains out. Ma could never eat apples 'n' onions again, after that.