I thought opting out of tedious TSA lines, crying babies and the assault on my nose from unkempt bodies, would save both money and my sanity.
I didn’t factor in that every other traveler might have the same plan. Half a city of fellow motorists jammed the interstate, all of us seemingly headed toward the same destination.
Tempers and temperatures flared, and cars inched forward at a drunken snail’s pace. I could see my fuel gauge falling by the minute, and I was already an hour late.
While sitting in my sweltering car, my usual puddle-jumper mockingly flew overhead.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in exactly 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Flew.’