"Anything New Goes Straight Into the Mouth"

My latest Enterprise location happens to be at an "Executive Airport" and in a private airline's (is it an airline? company? airtraffic control company? whatever, I should know, but I dont) building. Looking out the windows to the all of the private jets you only see in celebmags with stars getting in and out of made me think of John Travolta and a magazine spread I saw of him once with his private plane. Oh, and Look Who's Talking 2. I loved those movies as a kid. So of course I half expected some celebrity with huge sunglasses and the typical Louis Vuitton luggage to walk through the automatic doors. Instead, after waiting in the heat for forever and content to not see anyone famous due to my sweaty-hat wearing-bright green gym short and disgusting hair appearance [I keep telling myself I need to be more presentable being that I do live in MIA now, and the general desire to be that girl whose hair and makeup is always perfect, but old habits die hard], I half-wittingly just sat and watched some guy in the same loafers my dad always used to wear get an ice-cream out of a vending machine and 3 couples have "new" conversation before what I assume was take one of those planes. Dressed in sweaters and boots (mind you, this is Miami), maybe they're headed to Colorado? To the North East? A man did walk in, wheeling his very sophisticated little carryon with a multiple directional wheeling radius, big dark sunglasses and all. Probably latin with money. If not, then European. Money assumed. All in all, uneventful. Though I do reccomend picking an Enterprise in a similar location if possible. I didn't see any tiny little horrible cars---with the types of cars they share the lot with (I don't think I've seen so many Range Rovers parked in one area) I'm betting its some sort of company policy. I got a brand new 2008 Chevy. Its no Land Rover but its most certainly no teal Kia so rickety and low to the ground that its sole purpose in existing truely must have been to instill in the driver the fear of God and forced reverence to the highway.


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P.S. Kahlua's Mudslides are nothing like Bailey's, and don't hold a candle to the hint of caramel. Don't let them fool you.

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where are you in my memory? who are you in my life? someone. who?

Who is still out there. confident W hasn't yet crossed my path. but who where are you?