I was watching my new puppy run around on the tile in my kitchen and fall down. It was kind of amusing to me. While watching all of this the phone rang out loud. It turned out to be my uncle Mort. As luck would have it his ride didn’t show up at the airport and he didn’t have any cash for a cab. He asked me if it would be okay for him to get a ride from me. I told him that I would be there. My uncle works for a company that puts out the cheapest broadband. He has worked there for two years.
Why I had to go to the airport
December 20th, 2009 | Home
