The Open Road Page #4

- Good.

- And believe me,

I thank God that you boys

are down here doing your jobs

- which isn't an easy one.

- Thank you.

It's not like you don't know

who I am.

Right?

I mean, uh,

the Lonestar

ain't exactly no Arab.

Mr. Garrett,

believe me, if there's

anything I could do,

I would do it.

If I don't scan something,

- I'll lose my job.

- You believe this?

May I talk to you for a minute?

With the new security laws,

they won't let you on a private flight...

I appreciate it.

I appreciate it.

Well, pal, I really don't know

what happened to it.

I don't know.

See, I had a few drinks last night.

Maybe we could

check the hotel.

Please tell me

you're not gonna do this.

- Do what?

- I just got off the phone with her.

She's counting on you.

Well, what do you

want me to do, kiddo?

Haven't you ever lost

your wallet?

Couldn't you have someone

overnight your passport?

It expired. Besides, there's nobody

to overnight it anyway.

You know, I think the Lonestar

is being a pretty good guy here.

I mean, you show up

out of the blue,

I haven't seen you

for five years,

- here I am trying to get on a plane.

- No you're not.

And it's been four.

Let me try and explain

something here, okay?

Now she asked

for you to be there,

not for you to try

to get on a plane,

- but for you to be there.

- Looks like I'm at the airport to me.

- Without your wallet!

- What do you want me to do?!

Huh.

Sorry.

Was that me?

Yeah.

What were you gonna say?

No, nothing. I was just trying

to internally ponder something,

but the internal thing

didn't really work out.

You go on, sweetheart.

Something tells me if you've got

something to say, it's probably good.

- What is it?

- Well,

I was just thinking...

this is entirely up to y'all,

but you could always

just drive.

You'd think a car this size

would have some leg room.

Jesus God.

This is the most uncomfortable seat.

I don't understand this.

You asked for the biggest thing

they had. This was it.

- I asked for a Lincoln.

- They didn't have a Lincoln.

You know,

when I was a kid,

what we called

"a hummer"

was something

entirely different.

It was a kid in the choir

who couldn't sing.

Barbara Big Legs...

she was the one in ours.

Sang like a goat.

- You okay back there?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- How about you?

- So I guess you two

have known each other

for quite a while now.

Yeah, about five years.

Hmm.

We met at a book reading.

- Oh really? Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

I try to read to myself

every now and then,

but my lips get tired.

Carlton's actually been

doing some writing...

some short stories and stuff.

Eventually, he's gonna

write a book.

- You're kidding me.

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