Colorado Bound
I’m off to Colorado Springs tomorrow morning. The conversion spans Thanksgiving this time around, so the plan is for me to fly home on Thanksgiving Day and then back out to Colorado Sunday. The weather report out there calls for “Holy shit, that’s fucking COLD!” with a high of 19° and low of 9° to greet me tomorrow. It’ll get warmer throughout the week but dayum, 19 is COLD.
I just hope I make it out there. I recently discovered that my drivers license expired on my birthday last month, which in the eyes of the Powers That Be magically transforms it into an invalid form of ID, and I haven’t renewed it yet. All it’s going to take is one eagle-eyed rule junkie to keep me off my flight tomorrow — or even worse, off my flight back home Thursday. I don’t even want to think about how ugly things are going to get at work if I can’t get on that plane tomorrow…
Scofflaws who ask for sympathy or empathy or some pathy, some sort of special dispensation for shirking their civic responsibilities, well, that just curdles my cheese, Comrade. Don’t you see, the accumulation of these minor offenses makes you an Enemy of the State. You think you can just freely come and go as you please? You papers are not in order. What else are you hiding? What other lapses have occurred that defy our security? Don’t think we don’t have our eye on you.
RK
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