Sing to the tune of "Me and Bobby Mcgee"
Busted flat in Rio man,
Waiting for a plane,
I'm feeling near as faded as my jeans,
Larry thumbed some taxis down,
Just before the crowd,
They rode us all the way to our new scene.
He drove fast and we held on tight,
Dark streets, dangerous night,
We don't understand him he can't understand too,
So we sang every song that driver knew.
If that sounds like an old Janice Joplin song, we are singing the blues tonight. It's after 2 AM on Friday morning, we should be half way back to Miami by now, but we are stranded in a strange hotel in South America due to a broken plane.
Instead of getting back to Dallas before noon on Friday, it sounds like we will be getting home on Saturday morning, our whole schedule pushed back a day. If we were in the US, we would have just got on another plane and been an hour late. Not here, 3 flights to Dallas a week, 1 flight to Miami a day. It's always an adventure.
If anybody reads this, tell my boss I won't be at work on Friday.
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