Post by Chance Champion on Jun 30, 2007 14:46:15 GMT -5
I was just leaving the DFW Airport in Dallas, Texas. I was a little pissed from the plane ride, babies crying, that fat woman sitting next to me reaked of cheetos, and stale perfume. The plane was horrible. Luckily I was grounded, pulling my luggage behind me. I walked around a bit as I waited for my cab. As I was wandering I came across a souvenir shop. The souvenir shop was full of post cards, blankets, baseball hats, cowboy hats, you know all that dull and boring stuff.
But the souvenirs wasn't even the reason I walked in the store. It was the cashier. She was so beautiful. Her hair long and blonde, her eyes blue as the sky, and the perfect body. Was I love struck? Only time could tell. So, I put down the postcard I had been looking at and walked over to the counter.
Chance Champion: "Excuse me, ma'am, I was just wondering if you could tell me where Terminal J is?"
Cashier: "Umm yeah, once you leave this store, go left and go all the way to the end. You'll see terminal F. And once you get to Terminal F make a right and Terminal J should be at the end."
Chance Champion: "Thanks, you've been very helpful. But I have another question."
Cashier: "Okay."
Oh yeah now was my time. If I were a cat it'd be the perfect time to pounce on my prey. I could tell this chick was diggin' me by the way she bit her bottom lip. So I decided to beat around the bush a minute before I asked her for her number. Her name was Erica, and man was she beautiful. She was in her sophomore year in college at the University of North Texas. You're probably thinking you pervert, but hey, she's twenty years old and I'm only twenty two so no problem there right? After maybe seven minutes of bull shit talk I got her number. Later tonight, oh boy what a night I'm going to have.
So, after leaving the Souvenir Shop, I made my way to Terminal J. Of course I didn't enter Terminal J, I had to find my exit, my cab was waiting. I walked outside and entered a taxi. My driver was cool, it was some Jamaican guy named Shefumi. But, he told me to call him Shef. The entire ride, he was smoking a blunt. It was insane. He would finish one and then spark another one, he was definitely living up to a stereotype. But I don't stereotype people so I had no problem with what he was doing. It didn't bother me.
Shef: "So you a big star?"
Chance Champion: "Not yet, but soon I will be. I work for Ultraviolent Wrestling Syndicate."
Shef: "Oh hell yeah man! That's some good shit. I was watching that last Thursday night. That guy Suicide got the boss to smoke a blunt."
Chance Champion: "Yeah, he did."
What an idiot. The first thing he thinks of is the boss getting high. He isn't a wrestling fan he's one of those backyard junkies that think jumping on trampolines is wrestling. No way in hell is that wrestling. I'm still pissed off from the flight and that makes my temper a little edgy. I sat back and thought, should I reach through that plastic window and slap the shit out of this guy? I sat back for a minute and then raised my arm up, just as I was about to take a viscious strike at this mans face he slammed on his breaks.
Shef: "Sorry man, I didn't see the light was red."
I jolted in my seat. But, I couldn't be mad at the man. All I could do was sit back and laugh.
We pulled up to the hotel and I paid the cab driver and even gave him an extra sixty dollar tip. I told him to go buy some of that shit he was smoking, boy did he smile real big. Once the cab drove off I turned around holding my luggage in my hand. The hotel read, The Hilton. I thought to myself, isn't that the girl who loves to make pornography in night vision? I cracked a smirk across my face as two females walked through the front door.....
...TO BE CONTINUED.....