The Setting: An airport baggage claim where a small boy, perhaps at the tender age of 11, is playing on a luggage carousel. He hangs his buttocks precariously over the sliding metal plates of the belt. Eventually he settles onto the device, riding a distance on the interlaved steel plates. His parents look on unconcerndedly. Nearby Drek and his sainted girlfriend (MSGf) watch and wait for their bags.Drek:
You know what the best kind of selection is?MSGf:
Yep, folks, we've returned from our trip. You can look forward to a resumption of my blogging just as soon as I get around to it.
And isn't THAT just an informative promise?