Teresa Strasser

And I went to check.

And I went to have a fairly newish car that I knew wasn't going to break down, learn my lesson from doing these college gigs.

And then as I started to think about it, and here's where the real mistake came.

I didn't feel like giving this sycophant my home address.

Yeah, I was living over there.

But to get to the airport before 7 a.m., we had to leave at 5.30 in the morning.

It was dark outside, and it was drizzling.

Hence, you were wearing the big overcoat.

Right.

And it was the winter.

And these stairs were like the kind of stairs that the guys who are personal trainers take their take their victims to, you know, run these stairs and drink some water.

People panting at the top like that steep and wet, by the way, long and long and dark.

And I'm wearing, you know, a leather coat with a sweater under it.

And I've got.

We're going out for a week.

I got weeks worth of shit and two bags chugged down the stairs.

She never shows up.

Start going around the corner, but, like, I'm dragging so much luggage that I'm having this weird sort of argument with myself, which is I should leave my bags by the stairs and then sprint, like, up to the market around the corner to see if she's waiting at the stop sign or in the parking lot or she got confused.

Or then turn the corner and go the other way and sprint up to the next stop sign to see if I can.

But should I leave my luggage on the corner?