Post by Carlson Rex on Aug 3, 2020 21:05:13 GMT -5
"Why did I agree to start here?"
Emerging into the daylight from the Airport terminal, the average looking man, aside from his bald head and mirror shades, stops and looks at the world around him. Business persons in suits and dresses hurrying toward the terminal, dragging their poor, wheeled luggage behind them. Taxis are lined up for almost as far as the eyes can see, each hoping to catch that one magic fare that will allow them to clock out early to head home and do something recreational. The thought of that draws a snort from the nostrils of one Carlson Rex. He turns and starts his way along the sidewalk, dressed in jeans, a black T-shirt with nothing on it and a pair of nice looking black shoes. He is otherwise unadorned as he walks toward the shuttle to the car rental location. He boards with a nod to the driver and settles into the third seat back on the right. There, he watches the people hurrying still. After a few moments. The shuttle driver closes the door and starts on the magical journey.
"So, you new in town, man?"
Not a bad opening line. The poor driver must get bored driving the same route every day. Carl looks over at him, not removing his shades, and nods.
"I'm in town for business. May just be a few days, may turn into a long term gig. I won't know for a while."
The driver deftly rolls through the busy airport side traffic, taking the access ramp toward the car rental side of the airport.
"What kinda business you in, if you don't mind me asking?"
A slow smile spreads across Carl's lightly tanned face.
"I guess you could say I'm a professional athlete."
The shuttle comes to a stop at a red stoplight.
Driver: "Football?"
Carl shakes his head slowly.
"Not the first time I've heard from someone I should try out for the NFL. Probably not the last. No. I don't really care for it much."
The driver shrugs as he makes the left turn, headed toward the lots, just ahead on the right.
"Well, Mister. Whatever you're doing, I wish you good luck."
Carl gets up and walks to the front of the shuttle. He nods to the driver as he steps down from the shuttle.
Carl: "Aloha."
The doors of the shuttle squeak shut behind him and the shuttle pulls off, headed back toward the airport. Carl lets out a huge sigh.
Carl: "I hope he didn't arrange a sub-compact. I hate those things."
He walks toward the Hertz counter, adjusting his shades a little and rolling his shoulders.
Emerging into the daylight from the Airport terminal, the average looking man, aside from his bald head and mirror shades, stops and looks at the world around him. Business persons in suits and dresses hurrying toward the terminal, dragging their poor, wheeled luggage behind them. Taxis are lined up for almost as far as the eyes can see, each hoping to catch that one magic fare that will allow them to clock out early to head home and do something recreational. The thought of that draws a snort from the nostrils of one Carlson Rex. He turns and starts his way along the sidewalk, dressed in jeans, a black T-shirt with nothing on it and a pair of nice looking black shoes. He is otherwise unadorned as he walks toward the shuttle to the car rental location. He boards with a nod to the driver and settles into the third seat back on the right. There, he watches the people hurrying still. After a few moments. The shuttle driver closes the door and starts on the magical journey.
"So, you new in town, man?"
Not a bad opening line. The poor driver must get bored driving the same route every day. Carl looks over at him, not removing his shades, and nods.
"I'm in town for business. May just be a few days, may turn into a long term gig. I won't know for a while."
The driver deftly rolls through the busy airport side traffic, taking the access ramp toward the car rental side of the airport.
"What kinda business you in, if you don't mind me asking?"
A slow smile spreads across Carl's lightly tanned face.
"I guess you could say I'm a professional athlete."
The shuttle comes to a stop at a red stoplight.
Driver: "Football?"
Carl shakes his head slowly.
"Not the first time I've heard from someone I should try out for the NFL. Probably not the last. No. I don't really care for it much."
The driver shrugs as he makes the left turn, headed toward the lots, just ahead on the right.
"Well, Mister. Whatever you're doing, I wish you good luck."
Carl gets up and walks to the front of the shuttle. He nods to the driver as he steps down from the shuttle.
Carl: "Aloha."
The doors of the shuttle squeak shut behind him and the shuttle pulls off, headed back toward the airport. Carl lets out a huge sigh.
Carl: "I hope he didn't arrange a sub-compact. I hate those things."
He walks toward the Hertz counter, adjusting his shades a little and rolling his shoulders.