We Don’t Need No Stinking Surprises

WELL, THE LAST AIRPLANE has landed. The last shuttle bus has shuttled and we have arrived safely home. We have traded south Texas for Terre Haute and we are exhausted. The last thing we wanted, or needed, was a surprise when we walked through the door.

Sometimes a surprise is when your friends jump out from behind the sofa on your birthday; or when you find a ten dollar bill in those slacks you haven’t worn in a year, or even when you eat lunch at one of those ubiquitous Chinese Buffet restaurants and don’t get stomach cramps.

I might have settled for even the Szechuan Two-Step rather than the surprise we actually did have. Let me explain.