I Know Everything about Pope Francis

Weeks ago I visited PepperoniNip and La Mole in Florida for a brief vacation that included Baltimore Orioles spring training, fried gator tail and elderly people. My ageism diminished significantly after making friends with an 80-something at the ballpark. 89 is the new 75. My return flight to Washington departed on-time at 4 p.m. A hailstorm in Atlanta, where my short layover would be, shut down Atlanta Airport and my plane diverted to tiny Savannah Airport. The captain kept us on the tarmac in hopes that we could be one of the first planes back out to Atlanta when the storm cleared. Now infused with anti-ageism, I chatted with the two nice, extremely old sisters next to me. They were long retired from Norfolk Southern railroad, lived in Roanoke and traveled across North America cat-sitting for friends. “I’m house-sitting my aunt’s house, and they don’t even have pets leaving me with limited responsibilities!” I exclaimed, excited by our shared free riding behavior. “We just looooooove cats,” one sister said in her southern drawl. Our plane was not the first off the tarmac because the few fuel trucks servicing dozens of planes didn’t get to ours. After three stationary hours, the plane parked at a gate and I went into the terminal. I had eaten too much crap over the weekend and planned to have strictly almonds the rest of the day. With no end in sight, this would require lots of nuts. Fortunately I didn’t have to fight temptation since Savannah Airport...
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