Airport

On Tuesday night, I went to pick my wife up at the airport after her month-long business trip. As usual, I got there about 10-15 minutes early, and circled around, unable to stop because apparently I might be carrying a car bomb that would blow up the baggage claim area. I guess a car bomb that blows up the parking garage is a better alternative.

As I circled, I saw the same people sitting on benches, waiting to be picked up. And I wondered, who's supposed to be picking them up? Do they have a rude or idiot spouse or significant other who can't bother to get there on time? Or are they counting on a friend who is letting them down yet again? Some of those waiting actually had luggage with them, which meant that they had landed at least 30-45 minutes prior. Where were their rides? Who was that inconsiderate?

If I had a van or a large truck, I would have pulled over and offered each of them a ride. Those who didn't shriek or shy away from the idea of getting a ride from someone who looks like a homeless man's pet monkey would have been able to get home without needing the help of the thoughtless fucker on whom they were counting. My wife might not have liked it, but if we had a van or truck, we would have been traversing Central Florida that night, taking people home where they so clearly wanted to be.

But I don't have a van or a large truck, and I also needed to get home so I could pee, so, instead, I just pulled up to each person, offered them a ride, and then drove away with squealing tires when they got up to take advantage of my altruism. It's just my way of killing people with kindness. Or killing kindness with kindness. Meh – either way works for me.

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