A Sign That It’s Time to Leave the Airport with All Due Haste

Last night, as the Ginger Ninja and I emerged from baggage claim at Peason’s Terminal 1, we saw a chauffeur from a car service holding up a sign that read: Gilbert Gottfried.

“Oh, crap,” I said to Wendy, “let’s get out of here.”

I should’ve taken a picture, but I was just too tired.