“Give me a ticket to the farthest away place you fly,” I asked the airlines employees.
“That will be $38,762 sir,” she replied.
I handed her my credit card.
“Would you like to know where you’re going?” she asked.
Hours later the plane landed. At the airport people were shitting on the floor and speaking a language I didn’t understand.
“Where is this shithole?” I asked my cab driver.
“This is Indianapolis sir.”