Last week I took a 6:40 a.m. flight back home from Philadelphia because anything later would have cost me $400 dollars.
I returned my car to Budget around 4:30. There were two other people on the shuttle. “Have a blesséd flight,” the African-American driver said, with the sincerity of a preacher at the end of the service. “Have a blesséd day.”
To my astonishment, the airport was abuzz with activity. Never had I seen so many cheapskates gathered in one place.
