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I dropped off my parents and brother at the airport. On the way there, my brother and I had a funny conversation. We must be brothers! We know it was someone with the same first and last name.
"I bet they will lose my luggage again." I thought of something funny to say. But I had to check first.
"You won't be flying on DELTA, do you?" How did that happen? Whatever, he understands, we must be brothers!
"No, Northwest."
"Because DELTA stands for Deliver Everyone's Luggage To Atlanta." He laughed, not fakely. "They're just like, whatever, send it to Atlanta." I waved my hand in the air carelessly.
"What does NORTHWEST stand for?"
"I don't know. That's too many letters."
"No, do it, let's do it. N.....No..."
"Option."
"Remains."
"To."
"Have."
"When." I eyed him like a bald man in a boat.
"No Option Remains To Have When?" I didn't know where this was going to end up.
"Hahahaha. Whatever, just keep going."
"Every." I stumped him. He didn't know how to go on.
"Seat Taken!" It was a fucking triumph.
"No Option Remains To Have When Every Seat Taken!"
"No Option Remains To Have When Every Seat Taken!"
"It makes me think of No Options Middle School," he said, "NOMS." I really, really laughed. My mom huffed in the front seat. As a high-school teacher in a different school district-a job she constantly complains about and does not enjoy-she was affronted.
"It's NEW Options Middle School."
"That's what the kids who go there call it."
"Let's do SOUTHWEST."