(I happen to be typing this up at a regional airport.)
Last night I dreamed that I was at an airport. As a result of some international intrigue (and a mistaken belief by airport police that I hadn't paid for my jet fuel, I found myself in a car chase from the airport. My pursuers were
Mr. T (in a white Dodge Durango) and the police
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