I sat next to a Mexican priest on the flight.
The flight attendant’s name was Popcorn, he was Father Hugo, in front of me was the girl I sat by on Friday’s flight paired with my brother’s doppelganger. The Johns Hopkins squash team was scattered throughout the small plane.
The priest reached into his bag and said, “Do you accept gifts from strangers?”
I said, “It depends on the gift.”
He handed me a cookie called Hojaldradas, then opened a Bible to Psalm 23. We landed safely.
crumbler said:
I’d like to hear a little bit more about Popcorn.
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