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 
Haha, that’s what happens to me when I take the short line in the grocery store. The longer line ALWAYS speeds up…
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Bah! Drunken snails. All night long, now, I’m going to think about little snails hooked on the hooch. I love this. I often fly out of Jacksonville, with a layover in Atlanta. By the time you factor everything in, it probably would’ve been easier for me to drive to Atlanta myself. But, as you say, maybe not.
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How frustrating! You did a good job!
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Traffic Jams can really mess up someones day.. Well written
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I could feel the frustration in this piece.
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Reality well expressed.
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