I’m standing outside of McCarran, texting my contact on the ground.
What you driving?
Sweet. Will see you in a bit
Airport only a few miles away.
Silver minivan pulls up and I grab the door handle, open the door, and
Asian woman, who is not my contact on the ground, utterly terrified by the large cracker who has attempted to enter her van.
Cabbie get lost?
Nope, had to attend to some business first. Seeya soon.
Walk to the OTHER side of McCarran, trundle off to the end of the hackstand, and give the cabbie the address.
I wonder if the Asian lady had to go change her drawers. I nearly did.