A Trip to the Airport

A Mad Lib for Haley, who is traveling by air today!

I have never seen a place that looked more like a theme park that wasn’t.  We went to the airport yesterday, and there were more slugs and parking lots than I could count.  Each lot was chock full of helicopters and trains, and those little oil tanker things Europeans drive.  We parked (it only cost 74,000 dollars per hour) and went in. The hustle and bustle was scaly, people — toddlers, men, women, you name it — hurrying everywhere, cuff links in tow.

Along the edges were gift shops and horseshoe shops, vendors selling toothbrushes to babies, ticket booths, desperation officials, and arrogance guards. On the loudspeaker, some grandmother was announcing when the dishtowels were arriving and departing.

We put our waffles on the big conveyor kite, then went to grope our gate and bathe, where they would be poking people, one at a time, until we all plummeted.

The most audacious part was when the plane started spitting down the runaway. The engines revved up and emitted a thud sound, then curdled down the runaway at the conniving speed of 13 miles per hour! Once we were in the air, I felt more mushy, though, and let me tell you, the clouds look so much more wet from the air.

2 Responses to “A Trip to the Airport”

  1. August 5th, 2008 | 4:25 pm

    Excellent. My very own Mad Lib. And, happily, my plane did no spitting down the runway. :)

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  2. Kelly
    August 6th, 2008 | 5:41 am

    It’s SO nerve-wracking when planes spit, isn’t it? LOL