Spencerville
“"Taxi, sir?" "Please." Keith waited with the doorman under the marquee. The doorman said, "Taxis are scarce with this rain." "I see that." "Airport?" "Right." "Flights are delayed. Jack's coming through Virginia Beach." "Excuse me?" "Hurricane Jack. Tracking up the coast. It'll miss us, but we'll have gale-force winds and heavy rain all night. Did you check your flight, sir?" "No." "National or Dulles?" "National." The doorman shook his head. "Long delays. You might want to try Dulles, if you can." A taxi pulled up, and the doorman opened the door. Keith got in and said to the driver, "How's National?" "Down." "Dulles?" "Still open." "Dulles." The ride to Dulles, normally forty-five minutes via the Dulles access highway, took over an hour, and the weather didn't look much better inland. As they approached the airport, Keith saw no aircraft landing or taking off.
The driver said, "Don't look good, Chief. You want to go back?" "No." The driver shrugged and continued on into the airport.
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