Shutting down your apartment is easy as you had almost nothing in the refrigerator, but beer. You pack only casual clothes, your sport jacket and Docker pants will do if you go out to a restaurant.
“One advantage of having to pack only for six days,” you note
sardonically.
You drive to the airport, leave your car in the “Long Term” parking lot
and do your best Arnold Schwartzenagger impersonation, “I’ll be back,” pick up
two bags and trundle to the parking lot tram pickup spot.
The little bus is half empty taking you to the terminal. Everything is very orderly in the terminal and
there you are struck with the difference you would see if these people knew
they had six days to live.
“The President was right,” you concur.
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