It seems like most everything I hate will all be taking place at the same fucking time. I leave today and I am required to travel in uniform. I hate going anywhere in uniform. In fact, on most days I will drive home to change and then step out to get the mail. I always feel like going anywhere in uniform lets people know just a little too much about me.
Another evil about going out in public in uniform are those fucking people who blurt out,"thank you for your service". How the hell am I to respond to that? I want to tell them, "I ain't doing this for you" but normally I give some craved stupid grin and get away as quick as I can.
So I drag all my extremely heave and difficult to carry luggage to the air port and fly to Atlanta. Another place I'd rather avoid! There I have enough of a layover to grab a bite to eat and a cold adult beverage. Then off to Norfolk and what I do there is all hazy. I catch a shuttle and either go here or there, but I am there til sunday so I will get to the hotel and figure it all out the next day.
Come the end of the day when I lay my head down on a pillow I will be thankful the first leg of my journey is done with...
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