The Journey To HR, Part 75!

The tackle must have been brutal!

When I woke up, I found myself in a different airport.

I felt something on my head.

I took it off and discovered that now I was wearing a blue hat.

I shrugged and put it back on.

Then I got scared.

I began sobbing.

A tiny, tiny man approached.

“Why are you crying?” he asked in a tiny, tiny voice.

I showed him the three phones.

He lunged for them.

“THEY’RE MINE!” he screamed in a tiny, tiny voice.

I pulled the phones back just in time and the tiny, tiny man tripped over his rather gargantuan feet and crashed to the floor.

The people around us pointed and laughed.

When he finally was able to get his tiny, tiny body (with the gargantuan feet) off the floor, he stared at me for a moment.

Then he put one of his hands over his mouth and began speaking.

I tuned him out.

I know Darth Vader and he was no Darth Vader.

Star Child Two appeared over his head.

It shook for a moment and then peed all over the tiny, tiny man’s tiny, tiny head.

A splash or two landed on his gargantuan feet.

“And the ol’ lady plays the accordion ALL NIGHT LONG!” declared the tiny, tiny man.

I shrugged.

He then handed me a blank card.

I looked at it as the tiny, tiny man spoke some more nonsense.

Then he left, the urine dripping from his head like a waterfall.

I looked at the card again, shrugged again and then ate the card.