Son: Terminal 5 at Ohare is so convenient. No one yelling at you to keep moving your vehicle; plenty of nearby parking. If only all of life was like Terminal 5.
Mum: Instead life is like Terminal One. You can't stop. You have to be in constant motion otherwise someone will complain loudly. There are few parking spaces and they are faraway. And it takes a long time to come back to where you started from.
Mum: Instead life is like Terminal One. You can't stop. You have to be in constant motion otherwise someone will complain loudly. There are few parking spaces and they are faraway. And it takes a long time to come back to where you started from.
3 comments:
Now THIS could be a sonnet!
And Two and Three are like One. Come to think of it, where is Terminal Four? (Maybe shipping only?)
The Mystery of the Disappearing Terminal. We should contact Hardy Boys.
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