As I prepare to take flight to Rio de Janeiro, I can recall the turbulent journey it took to get here. To get to Atlanta. It started when Jon Dai suspiciously tried to woo a TSA agent and it turned into a 8 hour epic of wandering hall after hall seeking a restaraut that would fill our needs. Nothing world work. A burger joint? Too specific. A pizza place? To greasy. Finally our group, the Fluffy Bunny Slippers Football Club, found what we were looking for. The buckeye cafe. It was the beginning of a beautiful meal, with beautiful people. It ended in the destruction of a chicken fingers, pizza and a large burger with fries. Bite after bite the delicious morsels of fried and baked goodness were decimated. We left no survivors. Not even the H2O could withstand our reign of terror. Little did we know, the sustenance would get its revenge.
Only an hour into the flight, they rebelled. They came with a vengeance like the men of Troy swarming from within the wooden horse. They ate at us from within. They gnawed, and chewed untill the revolt was quelled by none other than the H2O itself.
“It’s our duty” it said. “We cannot fight them”
The H2O had an influence like no other. One bye one, the sustenance lowered its shoulders and bent the knee to the charismatic molecule.
The rebellion was over. And now, that all is safe, I can calmly move on with my life. I can take flight to the city of Carnival without hesitation and enjoy my trip.
