Brooklyn Knows the Charmer Under Me
If there was one thing the Admiral missed about New Mexico, it was the distinct lack of traffic. If there were two things the Admiral missed about New Mexico, it was the distinct lack of traffic and his car.
Al knew that moving to New York City, even on assignment, would mean that he would be at the mercy of public transportation. With four wives barking at his heels for alimony, the exorbitant parking and registration fees just didn't seem worthwhile. Not to mention, gasoline was an arm and a leg!
That left taxi cabs. He wasn't about to bother with the buses or the subway, especially not when he had so much baggage, but a cab didn't please him, either. He probably couldn't count the number of times the receipt of bad news was associated with a taxi. Thankfully, it was a short ride.
By the time he arrived at Kara's apartment building, forced to shuffle everything to pay, Al was ready to reconsider the car option.
The annoyance didn't last, though. The thought passed away like any other, leaving Calavicci to think on work. Or, perhaps in this case, half work, half play. He rarely had a bad time with the commander.
So, when he finally reached her door, he was relieved. The heavy garment bag he held over his shoulder balanced several plastic grocery bags hung from his wrist. Al knocked. He couldn't believe he didn't have a key.
Al knew that moving to New York City, even on assignment, would mean that he would be at the mercy of public transportation. With four wives barking at his heels for alimony, the exorbitant parking and registration fees just didn't seem worthwhile. Not to mention, gasoline was an arm and a leg!
That left taxi cabs. He wasn't about to bother with the buses or the subway, especially not when he had so much baggage, but a cab didn't please him, either. He probably couldn't count the number of times the receipt of bad news was associated with a taxi. Thankfully, it was a short ride.
By the time he arrived at Kara's apartment building, forced to shuffle everything to pay, Al was ready to reconsider the car option.
The annoyance didn't last, though. The thought passed away like any other, leaving Calavicci to think on work. Or, perhaps in this case, half work, half play. He rarely had a bad time with the commander.
So, when he finally reached her door, he was relieved. The heavy garment bag he held over his shoulder balanced several plastic grocery bags hung from his wrist. Al knocked. He couldn't believe he didn't have a key.