Oh Brother
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 2
Money has always been a bone of contention between my wife and I.
"What is mine is mine, David."
I understand that.
"What's yours is mine, David."
That I never understood.
The power is in her name but I paid. The telephone is in mine ... I paid. The rent ... I paid.
She designs imaginary clothes for imaginary people on the internet and gets paid with REAL money ... but help out with the internet costs? Not on your life.
It's not my fault she's really good at it.
"Bring me back something yummy," she said. The unspoken was... use your own money.
The limo ride to Island Home airport was luxury personified.
"Booze is in the pulldown between the seats, Mr. Austin," the cutie in leather said just before the divider sealed me off from her.
I looked.
Nolet's Reserve Gin, Wray and Nephew Rum, Diva Vodka, Isabelle's Scotch ... and several wines. I'm allergic to grape of any kind so I didn't bother with the wines ... I wouldn't know a good one from Boone's Farm.
The bottles were all sealed and they weren't dusty ... I'm not believing that nobody else didn't sample ... so ... I wonder what happened to the bottles with a shot missing. While I was contemplating the existence of partial bottles of eleven hundred dollar bottles of scotch we stopped at a secure post. My ID didn't get us through but the cutie did.
Sure enough ... after passing through the secure gates at Downtown, we pulled into a posh hangar.
"That's NOT a Cessna!" I said.
"Nope," said the pilot. "It's an Angel 44."
"Where's my X?"
"Island Home is too short," he said. "Too short for any jet."
"Oh." I gave the airplane a second look. "It's cute." I shrugged. "Close enough, let's go."
"Wanna ride right seat?"
"Sure," and moved across the isle.
"Up here," he said, pointing at the righthand seat in the cockpit. The unspoken IDIOT was as loud as if he'd shouted.
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