The phrase, “Get outta Dodge!” rings in my mind as I wait on the standby list for a boarding flight to Charlotte, NC. I pray I get a seat on this flight. Everyone else must be thinking the same as me: Please god, get me out of this uncivil hellhole.
Update: miracle of miracles, the angel wearing the white and red heart face mask, with the short curly hair, gave me a ticket to board the flight to get the hell outta Austin. I am on seat 25C, which I think is a middle seat on this plane back to civilization.
There is a girl with a a super scrunch behind me and a cool-looking Black guy to my right, and a white guy with an Indiana Jones style hat and a five-year old girl at his hip at the front of the line waiting to board.
Let’s get the hell outta Austin,