We stood in the terminal waiting for the flight to arrive. This was, of course, long after walking through full-body scanners, removing our shoes, and getting felt up by a butch-looking female TSA agent. (She spent an inordinate amount of time on my ass and around my tits.) David checked his watch time and time again, no pun intended. He didn’t like to wait. The only thing he slowed down to take his time on was f*****g, but everything else in the world needed to catch up to his speed.
“Come on,” he mumbled. “Come on.”
“Relax,” I said. “It shouldn’t be too long.”
Well, twenty-five minutes later, I was proven to be a bullshitter. The plane was delayed, David was close to climbing the walls, and I was close to climbing on top of him on the floor of the terminal, the TSA be damned, and gett
