I thought opting out of tedious TSA lines, crying babies and the assault on my nose from unkempt bodies, would save both money and my sanity.
I didn’t factor in that every other traveler might have the same plan. Half a city of fellow motorists jammed the interstate, all of us seemingly headed toward the same destination.
Tempers and temperatures flared, and cars inched forward at a drunken snail’s pace. I could see my fuel gauge falling by the minute, and I was already an hour late.
While sitting in my sweltering car, my usual puddle-jumper mockingly flew overhead.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in exactly 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Flew.’
Thin spiral notebook 
“Tempers and temperatures flared” — what a great line! Can definitely relate to your frustration here. 🙂
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I’m in the car so much, I thought you swiped one of my notebooks.
I like the line about drunken snail’s pace and of course the puddle jumper one. super 100, Tar Rah
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That would happen to me, no doubt. lol
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I love this – I’ve been there. And I LOVE the photograph.
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This is SO real. Love it!
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Hence, “it’s the journey, not the destination”. But seriously, how RUDE of that puddle-jumper, eh?
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I’ve definitely been there before…
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Maybe fate has other plans…
Brings that song “Ironic” by Alanna Morisette to mind 🙂
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Ouch. You capture the business dilemma so well. The flight lines may be long, but sometimes, they are entirely worth it.
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You just can’t win, can you? Still, avoiding the indignities of air travel almost makes it worth it.
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