The flight was smooth and I figured it would probably be the highlight of my entire trip. I knew hell was waiting. When I arrived at the airport, old blondie herself was waiting. “Hel-lo,” I greeted sarcastically. Before she could even return the greeting, the drama began. “Darling, you look terrible. Was your flight here okay?” Now what type of shit is that to say? What if I thought I looked great? “Yeah, the flight was kind of rough, so what’s your excuse?” I glared at her. Even though the flight was fine, I needed a comeback. During the entire drive to the house, she quizzed me. “How are things back home? Did that boyfriend of yours get out of prison yet? How is your mother? Is she still caring for sick poor people at that city hospital?” A look of disgust crossed my face as she blabbed on and on. When she finally took a breath, I got my chance to fire back. “Life at home is great. The business is doing well, and Vegas will be home soon. And as far as my mother is concerned, that’s none of your business.
