The plane sits down on a landing pad at Tampa international airport. I wake up and raise the shutter on the window and its pouring down rain, typical Florida morning. I’ve lived here since early 1995, I moved here after what happened to my parents, Israel just didn’t feel like home anymore so Dominic emails me assignments or he just comes and meets me, face to face.
I stand up and pull my gym bag from the overhead compartment. I step into the aisle, joining the line of people who are disembarking and head down the jetway. Passing through the door which leads to the airport, I hear a lady with a light German accent, yelling in excitement. “Lilith! Lilith, over here! A woman shorter than me with tanned skin, along with short auburn hair …show more content…
“Bitch!
She slugs me in the arm, laughing. “Come on I got something to show you. It’s going to blow your fucking mind, man.” Walking through the airport, we pass a hologram standing next to a kiosk advertising the latest energy drink, Cosmic Storm. The stuff tastes like piss the last time I tried it. Purple piss water is my name for it.
We enter the dim parking garage I glance over to my right and see the sun’s rays beaming through the storm clouds. Tiffany steps toward a bright red Car. “You like it, Lilith? She has an obsession with cars, an obsession I did not share, but I always humored her. “What kind of Car is it, Tiff?
She grins, her eyes grow big like a kid in a candy store. “This is a 1967 Chevy Impala. It has black leather interior and a V8 engine.”
“Oh, V8. Nice gas hog you got there. Tell me how often do you have to fill up, every time you back out of the driveway?
She snickers at me. “True she is a gas hog-Whoa She? Seriously Tiff, when was the last time you got laid. Next thing I know you’re going to have 20 cats in your house.”
She places her hands on her hips. “Yes she, and I have 2 cats now.”
“See, it’s starting already. You just don’t see it.”
She rolls her eyes. “Shut up, …show more content…
“Listen to that kitten purr
“Congratulations comparing your car to a cat is the second step to becoming the crazy cat woman.” She glances over at me. “You know doctors recommend, we all walk at least an hour a day to stay healthy.”
“Taking it personally, you have reached the 3rd step to becoming the cat woman.”
She shoots a scowl at me. “God, you’re an asshole.”
I flash a grin. “Okay, I’m sorry….pied piper of felines.” She puts her car in reverse and scoffs.
By the time we get on the main road, the sun is higher and gleaming off the windows of the Tampa skyscrapers, there is very little traffic on the memorial highway, but then again it's only 7:30 am, by 8 am this highway will be a nightmare. “So, Lilith. Do you want to catch a movie tonight at the theaters?” She asks, looking over at me briefly.
“No, I am tired of seeing suck ass movies and remakes all the damn time. When Hollywood gets better writers and original stories I will go to the movies, but until then the answer will always be no. Plus the cost of tickets and the popcorn is
I stand up and pull my gym bag from the overhead compartment. I step into the aisle, joining the line of people who are disembarking and head down the jetway. Passing through the door which leads to the airport, I hear a lady with a light German accent, yelling in excitement. “Lilith! Lilith, over here! A woman shorter than me with tanned skin, along with short auburn hair …show more content…
“Bitch!
She slugs me in the arm, laughing. “Come on I got something to show you. It’s going to blow your fucking mind, man.” Walking through the airport, we pass a hologram standing next to a kiosk advertising the latest energy drink, Cosmic Storm. The stuff tastes like piss the last time I tried it. Purple piss water is my name for it.
We enter the dim parking garage I glance over to my right and see the sun’s rays beaming through the storm clouds. Tiffany steps toward a bright red Car. “You like it, Lilith? She has an obsession with cars, an obsession I did not share, but I always humored her. “What kind of Car is it, Tiff?
She grins, her eyes grow big like a kid in a candy store. “This is a 1967 Chevy Impala. It has black leather interior and a V8 engine.”
“Oh, V8. Nice gas hog you got there. Tell me how often do you have to fill up, every time you back out of the driveway?
She snickers at me. “True she is a gas hog-Whoa She? Seriously Tiff, when was the last time you got laid. Next thing I know you’re going to have 20 cats in your house.”
She places her hands on her hips. “Yes she, and I have 2 cats now.”
“See, it’s starting already. You just don’t see it.”
She rolls her eyes. “Shut up, …show more content…
“Listen to that kitten purr
“Congratulations comparing your car to a cat is the second step to becoming the crazy cat woman.” She glances over at me. “You know doctors recommend, we all walk at least an hour a day to stay healthy.”
“Taking it personally, you have reached the 3rd step to becoming the cat woman.”
She shoots a scowl at me. “God, you’re an asshole.”
I flash a grin. “Okay, I’m sorry….pied piper of felines.” She puts her car in reverse and scoffs.
By the time we get on the main road, the sun is higher and gleaming off the windows of the Tampa skyscrapers, there is very little traffic on the memorial highway, but then again it's only 7:30 am, by 8 am this highway will be a nightmare. “So, Lilith. Do you want to catch a movie tonight at the theaters?” She asks, looking over at me briefly.
“No, I am tired of seeing suck ass movies and remakes all the damn time. When Hollywood gets better writers and original stories I will go to the movies, but until then the answer will always be no. Plus the cost of tickets and the popcorn is