City of Brotherly Love
"Bond. James Bond."
I practice the cool lack of facial expression of the superspy followed by a slight smirk of knowing. The ticketing agent laughs and says that I better hurry if I want to catch the 1 o'clock train. I look at my cell phone, "shit. 12:58pm" I think to myself. She points to my left and I sprint down the hallway with my backpack, laptop bag, suitcase and 54lbs. of condoms and lube in my big plastic convention case. Yeah bitches, this is how I roll!
"All Aboard!" I hear as I finish my sprint to the train and leap inside the nearest door. Apparently I have found myself in the "quiet car" which simply won't do as Bond is in a conversive mood. Fresh from laying waste to a scumbag last night it is time to chill with a fresh martini and make conversation with a fellow passenger, preferably of the fairer sex. So I make my way with as much style as possible down the aisle with my mass collection of bags until I find a luggage rack that will hold them all. Thankfully next to an open seat next to a fair lady with short cropped raven black hair and a smart black dress finished nicely with thigh high boots.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask.
"No." She exclaims as her almond colored eyes sparkle in the afternoon light.
"May I?"
She nods as I simultaneously sit down, not really waiting to hear her answer as her eyes already said yes. I straighten my blue blazer and tie and engage in a quick introduction before I get up and head to the snack car to find a drink. I ask if she would like something but she is content with her greek salad and Pepsi. In the snack car I discover they do have mixed drinks to which I smile and request a Martini. I think I could get used to certain aspects of the East Coast, this being one.
I find my seat and make myself comfortable. Dropping some dry humor here and there about the plush seats and rushing to make the train. I learn she is a Jersey girl from South Jersey heading home from some business in D.C. I give just enough information about myself without revealing anything that may lead terrorists to me as I am working on an important one at this very moment. Finally smiling, I text my Love across the Continent and open up my study manual for my next job.
I arrive in Philadelphia and I somehow have missed the Brotherly Love. It isn't bad though. A bit more suburban style than Washington DC but still has character. Talking to a local I learn that all buildings must designate 2% of their space to art. This takes form in murals, statues and various architectural designs built into the buildings themselves. Fascinating.
As I head out to tour the facility I have been sent here to examine I take time to soak in the city itself as much as possible. This is made easier by the fact the entire City is shut down thanks to a ceremony for a police officer who was murdered the other day. Apparently there is one exit that leads to downtown Philadelphia and it has been closed. I still make it up to Northeast in time to tour a fine facility and meet other agents.
After the tour I head out to find a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. This is my first time here and I must truly see if they are worth the fame or if the sandwiches I had at headquarters in Chicago where clones in both taste and style. As it turns out a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich is pretty fucking good. Check that, very fucking good. The meat melted in my mouth with the taste of fresh onions and peppers bound by melted cheese. This explains the bellies around here.
I close the evening with a couple of games of pool at a local bar. Its made of corrugated steel and has a terrible cover band playing everything from Bush to Green Day to Johnny Cash. The locals are very local but the drinks are cheap so I can't complain.
Retiring to my hotel I find a few hours rest before heading to Philadelphia International Airport.
The air is a fresh 27 degrees fahrenheit this morning and the sun is out. It envigorates me as I stop at a Diner for a quick breakfast before I hit the airport. Fresh cinnamon french toast with maple syrup and two scrambled eggs fills my stomach midwest/northeast style. This will get me through the day I am sure!
Not nearly the same action in Philly as the week I had just spent in D.C. but I am okay with that. As the plane takes us up into the sky I see the brilliant pop of colors from the trees below. Red, Orange, and Yellow. It is a virtual orgasmic display of color thanks to Mother Nature. It is beautiful though I know from experience it will be short lived as Old Man Winter is nipping close behind Autumn.
Los Angeles sounds nice. I fall asleep between two salesmen with a copy of Surfer on my lap.
*A note about my writing. It is FICTIONAL based VERY loosely on stuff that happens in my daily life. I believe that the life we live can be very interesting both as is and seen through another set of eyes. Hence, the last couple of posts. Sorry Yummyteece if that last post worried you a bit! ;-)
I practice the cool lack of facial expression of the superspy followed by a slight smirk of knowing. The ticketing agent laughs and says that I better hurry if I want to catch the 1 o'clock train. I look at my cell phone, "shit. 12:58pm" I think to myself. She points to my left and I sprint down the hallway with my backpack, laptop bag, suitcase and 54lbs. of condoms and lube in my big plastic convention case. Yeah bitches, this is how I roll!
"All Aboard!" I hear as I finish my sprint to the train and leap inside the nearest door. Apparently I have found myself in the "quiet car" which simply won't do as Bond is in a conversive mood. Fresh from laying waste to a scumbag last night it is time to chill with a fresh martini and make conversation with a fellow passenger, preferably of the fairer sex. So I make my way with as much style as possible down the aisle with my mass collection of bags until I find a luggage rack that will hold them all. Thankfully next to an open seat next to a fair lady with short cropped raven black hair and a smart black dress finished nicely with thigh high boots.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask.
"No." She exclaims as her almond colored eyes sparkle in the afternoon light.
"May I?"
She nods as I simultaneously sit down, not really waiting to hear her answer as her eyes already said yes. I straighten my blue blazer and tie and engage in a quick introduction before I get up and head to the snack car to find a drink. I ask if she would like something but she is content with her greek salad and Pepsi. In the snack car I discover they do have mixed drinks to which I smile and request a Martini. I think I could get used to certain aspects of the East Coast, this being one.
I find my seat and make myself comfortable. Dropping some dry humor here and there about the plush seats and rushing to make the train. I learn she is a Jersey girl from South Jersey heading home from some business in D.C. I give just enough information about myself without revealing anything that may lead terrorists to me as I am working on an important one at this very moment. Finally smiling, I text my Love across the Continent and open up my study manual for my next job.
I arrive in Philadelphia and I somehow have missed the Brotherly Love. It isn't bad though. A bit more suburban style than Washington DC but still has character. Talking to a local I learn that all buildings must designate 2% of their space to art. This takes form in murals, statues and various architectural designs built into the buildings themselves. Fascinating.
As I head out to tour the facility I have been sent here to examine I take time to soak in the city itself as much as possible. This is made easier by the fact the entire City is shut down thanks to a ceremony for a police officer who was murdered the other day. Apparently there is one exit that leads to downtown Philadelphia and it has been closed. I still make it up to Northeast in time to tour a fine facility and meet other agents.
After the tour I head out to find a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. This is my first time here and I must truly see if they are worth the fame or if the sandwiches I had at headquarters in Chicago where clones in both taste and style. As it turns out a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich is pretty fucking good. Check that, very fucking good. The meat melted in my mouth with the taste of fresh onions and peppers bound by melted cheese. This explains the bellies around here.
I close the evening with a couple of games of pool at a local bar. Its made of corrugated steel and has a terrible cover band playing everything from Bush to Green Day to Johnny Cash. The locals are very local but the drinks are cheap so I can't complain.
Retiring to my hotel I find a few hours rest before heading to Philadelphia International Airport.
The air is a fresh 27 degrees fahrenheit this morning and the sun is out. It envigorates me as I stop at a Diner for a quick breakfast before I hit the airport. Fresh cinnamon french toast with maple syrup and two scrambled eggs fills my stomach midwest/northeast style. This will get me through the day I am sure!
Not nearly the same action in Philly as the week I had just spent in D.C. but I am okay with that. As the plane takes us up into the sky I see the brilliant pop of colors from the trees below. Red, Orange, and Yellow. It is a virtual orgasmic display of color thanks to Mother Nature. It is beautiful though I know from experience it will be short lived as Old Man Winter is nipping close behind Autumn.
Los Angeles sounds nice. I fall asleep between two salesmen with a copy of Surfer on my lap.
*A note about my writing. It is FICTIONAL based VERY loosely on stuff that happens in my daily life. I believe that the life we live can be very interesting both as is and seen through another set of eyes. Hence, the last couple of posts. Sorry Yummyteece if that last post worried you a bit! ;-)