Roadblock!

Traveling on business and I almost missed my plane because the car that was coming to pick me up hit a curb and blew a tire out on the Lynnway. I actually had to run through the airport like O.J. Simpson. Luckily, the terror alert against 30-something brown-haired chicks appears to have been lifted. For the first time in forever I wasn't pulled out of line for the special wand treatment. Once past the security check I gambled on right ... but should have gone left. When I finally found my gate they were almost done boarding. I was the last one to board the plane. It was kind of exciting -- a little, I imagine, like being on the Amazing Race. Sadly, I am nowhere interesting, location-wise. Nope, just stuck in the middle of Borelando, Florida, spending $8 on a bottle of water and missing my little dog. Then again, I didn't have to search for the clue to my next destination amidst a pile of goat shit or bungee jump off the Great Wall of China or eat monkey lips. So, you know, it all kind of evens out in the end.