But, I digress. An un-dead creature’s intelligence level is obviously to be questioned. Remember Frankenstein’s monster? Bulldozes right through wooden doors designed to keep an army of bloodthirsty, marauding hordes out. Then what does he do? He forgets where he’s going and stops to smell a flower and smile at a sweet, little street urchin who’s out panhandling for her shiftless mother. When he remembers that he’s supposed to be a killer, he growls and lumbers out into smog to find victims. Now where is logic in that? There was a perfectly good victim standing right in front of him, easy pickings, no fuss, no muss. Did he recognize it? No. Instead he spends half night chasing screaming peasants around cold, damp, cobbled streets and ends up going down in flames for his efforts. Duhh!

Now.. I was going out to see some very special folks and I was really looking forward to seeing them. I had imagined walking off plane and being greeted by these two beautiful blondes.. having them hugging on me in front of other passengers and making all guys envious.

Weeelll, I walk off plane and look around. Nope, no one there for me. I guess they are going to meet me in baggage claim area. So, I sulk on over there and there are this ton and a half of folks standing around this little merry go round thing waiting on their baggage to magically appear. I looked thru crowd real good and note no beautiful blondes.

So, I hang around till my baggage appeared. Every now and again I would reach in down like I was gonna grab someone else's just to put a little excitement in someone's day.

I grab my bags and walk outside and look around. Nope. No beautiful blondes there either. Weeeeell.. that was ok. These two ladies were driving three hours so I figured they must be running a little late. So, I set my bags down, and started pacing around a little and waiting.

And wait I did....