My flight from London Heathrow was delayed by about three hours, so I missed my connecting flight in Detroit. Now, I'm stuck here, trying to stay calm because I just want to go home! The wind is so freakin' cold, it practically burns my skin. I'm sitting in a huge van, a shuttle that's taking me to a Best Western down the road. The airlines is putting me up in a hotel for the night. To my right is a good-looking college-age guy.... I'd seen him in the airport in London, with his backwards baseball cap, cargo pants, and white t-shirt. He looked like a frat boy who was the star on the wrestling team in high school. That's an American boy, right there! I thought, as he strutted by. They don't make 'em like that
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