Today was a nice weird day. Very early in the morning, I flew out to Buffalo, where I encountered a woman named Tiffany Bison.
She brought me a gin in an empty airport bar while I waited for lost luggage. “Honey,” she said, sounding sluggish, “I’ve never seen a chest so hairy.”
I blushed, wondering why she thought she could see through my sweater.
She stretched, then leaned over the bar and kissed me.
“How about that.”
You don’t expect airport kisses to be so heartfelt. And now I can’t decide if I’ll ever fly out to Buffalo again.