The Road To Texas
August 18, 2006 Posted by Al Castle
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Categories: Castle, Insider, PRWeb, Squirrels, Travel, gnash-teeth
Tags: texas
The road to Texas started at the unholy hour of 3am when my alarm went off. I had to triple check my baggage to make sure that I’m not carrying anything from the Terrorist cookbook. Like whitening toothpaste, ocean breeze scented deodorant, and my Cool Water cologne. As I pull out of my driveway I mentally reviewed my packing, after about 3 blocks I realize that I’ve forgotten to put in any underwear. The important thing to note here is I actually debated if I really needed them. Not that I was planning on going commando - I don’t think the Texans would notice anyways - I just figured I could stop and buy some when we landed.
The practicality of making it to a mini-mall to grab some boxers didn’t seem good. And whats worse is the guys I’m traveling with being such good natured folk, would probably chip in and lend me tighty-whities, to which I would of course have to refuse, but doing so is a delicate matter. So despite being extremely tired and running late, I turn around and run inside to grab a handful of what I hope, are clean underpants.
I arrive at the office and meet David where we have brief discussion as to whether having the deodorant I’m wearing would subject me to an extra search. And if so, would they use a butter knife or one of those weird Kentucky Fried Chicken Sporks to scrape the deodorant from my underarms. I was running on little sleep and David hadn’t slept at all, so we really don’t try to tackle the theorization any further than that. I should also note that the picture to the left is a good representation to how I’m feeling right now. It’s taken in the Alaska Airlines Executive Suite where they have proper - free Internet access.
It’s been about an hour since we’ve seen Todd. I wonder if he made it past the butter knives.
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