Speed of Sound
I dropped my dad and sister at the airport a minute ago. I had brought my laptop with me and drove around to get to Atlantic, a Flight Support kind of a terminal. So, here I am setting in the cafeteria drinking coffee and staring at planes while asking myself the ever living question, "What Happened?"
Regardless, right next to me planes taxiing in and out of the runway. Pilots yelling, "CLEAR PROP." Planes taking off and landing. Ground people running around to help someone with their luggage, or running back to help a plane park. Fancy cars pulling up next to a plane, then someone disappearing behind the back door's tented windows. Pilots performing their preflight check. Student pilots studying up before getting up in the sky. Pilots waiting and waiting for the refueling tank. You know what; I HAVE BEEN THERE. I miss it ...
Anywho, back to my bubbly life!
1 comment:
Speed of sound = coldplay = compressibles
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Shoot me.
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