I’m at the Orlando airport hotel waiting to ship out for home tomorrow. The airport is also a Disney mall which is odd but not unexpected. Theme parks and the Daytona 500 are not my scene but the airport is jam-packed with devotees of both. There are armies of kids in their jammies who've been on overnight flights yelling about getting McDonalds and seven-year-old’s using their mom’s credit cards at Starbucks and punching the shit out of their younger sisters. I was in a restaurant earlier and a little girl about eight or nine was running a few laps around the room. As she passed me she said with a little Doppler trail of flair “I HAVE the hiccups…” I saluted her and made a note I need to try running around the house next time I get them.
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