We arrived at the airport at about 3: 45 a.m. My body
is aching, I'm
hungry and tired. I always remind myself why i do
this. I love it.
I step off the plane, and down the ramp. "Bro, wait
up, you forgot
your mag."
I glanced back, and slung my bag behind my
shoulder.
Jeff always remembered everything. Even if it wasn't
important.
He ran up and handed it to me. He stretched and put
down his bag.
"Did you want to wait for Adam or should we ditch
him?" His eyes were
blood shot, he looked even more tired than me, not
hard to believe.
I thought for a second, hey he was my friend, my I'm
dying over here.
"Let's jet, he'll understand, I'm beat Jeff, just want
to get something
to eat and crash." I adjusted my bag, and felt that
there was going
to be a bruise there in the morning. Jeff shrugged
and picked up his
bag. We headed down the ramp and out into the
terminal. Dead, which
is a good thing, we'd have a harder time if it were
any later.
We spotted our bags, grabbed them and headed outside.
We looked for
a good five minutes until we found the car rental
place.
I told Jeff
to watch the bags and I went in. I glanced around,
not a bad looking
place, if you were a car. I walked up to the help
desk and rang the
bell. I woman, she looked in her early twenties came
out from the
back room. She had the typical looking uniform, black
slacks, red shirt.
She didn't even look at me as she went straight for
the computer and
started typing. Finally she looked up. "May I
help..." Her jaw
literally dropped. I reached in my back pocket and
pulled out my
wallet. "Your a wrestler aren't you?" She grinned
like a rapid dog.
I smiled and opened up my wallet to look for my ID.
"Yeah, do I get
a discount?" She looked surprised and said, "They are
already paid for."
Her look now in concern. I placed my ID on the counter
and said, "I know
was a poor attempt at humor on my part." She smiled
and checked my
ID. "Thank You." She began typing in information, I
placed my ID back
in my wallet and put it back in my pocket. I leaned on
the counter and
glanced around at all the art they had hanging on the
wall, this placed
looked more like a Doctor's office. I glanced at the
woman typing,
sure look like they needed a lot more information
here. I asked, "Is there
a problem?" I stood up straight and placed both hands
on the counter.
She looked up, " No just finished, here are your keys,
thank you Mr. Hardy."
She smiled and handed me the keys, I took them and
told her to have
a nice night.
I came out and Jeff was sitting near
the exit, spacing
out. I walked over and kicked his bag." Let's go, you
need some major
sleep."
To Be Continued
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