Trip Bullet Points

I went to Frisco, TX (which is suburban Dallas-Fort Worth) on business last night-today. Here’s PowerPoint summary:

The Breeze card machine gave me two Breeze cards, two quarters, and 16 Susan B. Anthony dollars for my twenty. Fuck you, MARTA.
My flight out left late.
And landed late.
DFW is a horrid airport. Like everything else in Dallas, it’s way too spread out.
I reserved a Dodge Neon from Dollar; they gave me a Dodge Caravan. Fuck you, Dollar.
The Hampton Inn in Frisco, TX is quite swank, though. That was the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in. Too bad I only had six hours to use it.
We went out to lunch at this quaint little restaurant that just oozed Lone Star State charm. It was called The Olive Garden.
The flight attendant on my DeathTran flight back to Atlanta said the pilot was Captain Worry who was assisted by First Officer Wart. Hahaha! You crazy kids!
DeathTran flights have complimentary XM radio on board. It even works with regular headphones. I thought, “Super Swank,” as I tuned into the Detroit station broadcast of the World Series. I thought, “Super Shitacular,” the third time the reception went away and I was rudely dropped back to their default Utter Shiite Smooth Jazz (though I repeat myself) station.
Riding MARTA home made me very conscious of how privileged I am. Not that I cared enough to give the beggar on Peachtree Street any money as I walked back to my office building to pick up my truck.

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