Talk about banker’s hours!
Here’s a hint: typical American demands that life adhere to some sort of schedule are met with “get a Goombay and chill, mon.”
Home. Damn. “Honey, do you still have those red shoes from OZ?” I can’t seem to get Jimmy Buffett out of my head….
PS. Commercial air travel having deteriorated along with the rest of society it’s safe to say that the myth of the ugly American is fact not fiction.
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