Austin Lost and Bound: Part I

Matt pulled up to the airport after a long cab ride out of Pittsburgh with just enough time to catch his flight to Austin. What a perfectly timed weekend he’d been having! He reached into his pants and was surprised to be met with an unusual absence… His wallet was missing! He’d left it almost an hour away at Mike’s. The reluctant adventurer just shook his head.

He paid the driver with a photo of the credit card from his phone and raced through to security. He’d boarded a flight before without ID, there was no reason to believe his white male privilege wouldn’t work again. But this line, it was outrageous! People snaked back from the checkpoint, mazed around pylons, and continued further back into the main rotunda. The looks on their faces making it plainly obvious that they weren’t moving quickly.

Matt nope’d out of the line and explained his situation to a nearby guard, concluding with:

“And if you need to strip me naked, look through all my stuff, whatever, that’s fine, but I need to get on that flight.” This was a work trip and, despite recent events that might prove otherwise, he was a responsible adult now.

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Austin Lost and Bound: Part II

Matt checked the reservations board and found his name and spot number. The rental car he’d reserved was a ways away so he stepped over the chain link fence and exhaustedly wandered the streetlamp-lit parking lot, desperately fighting the urge to rub his left eye as it buzzed with spring-time allergies and sleepiness. When he found it, the silver-gold sedan, he didn’t even register what make or model it was. He tossed in his bag and then himself. The dashboard clock burst to life at a turn of the ignition. It was 12:53 am.

He inched up to the exit booth slowly, wary that they’d turn him away. Word on the street was that you needed an actual driver’s license to rent one of these machines. Well, Matt would see about that.

“Hi,” Matt greeted the twenty-something girl on the other side of the-almost-his car’s window, “just to get this out of the way, I don’t have my actual license, but I totally have a picture of it?” He tried to smile, but all his face managed was a grimace. His eye felt like it was made of bees.

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