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Cab Ride (Houston, TX)

Business travel this week. Houston Texas. My return flight ticket sits atop an already assembled suitcase of pant suits and reports I still need to read. I came out of the shower, checked to make sure I packed everything I came with, and gazed at the sterile room. 

We leave no imprint here. The lipstick and nylon stockings that were spilled around are all packed up. The space stands ready for the next business traveler. Someone with pant suits who is similarly tethered back to their desk by email.

I kicked on the small coffeepot in the room and climbed back into bed to read the morning newspaper.