One Night Standards
IN THE CROWDED AIRPORT car–rental area, Sophie Jones did the only thing she could think of to get out of the jam she was in.
"I have to get to San Antonio!" she yelled.
"Miss, could you please get down from the counter?" Sophie Jones ignored the car–rental clerk's plea, holding up a sign that said SAN ANTONIO and shouting as best she could over the din of disgruntled passengers. "I know somebody out there is headed to San Antonio. I'll pay for gas. I'll pay the rental fee. But I have to get to San Antonio by tomorrow morning. Anyone? Anyone?"
"I can't let you stand up here!" The clerk tugged at the hem of Sophie's skirt.
Sophie scanned the crowd. They were split into two groups: those who had gotten keys to the last of the rental vehicles, and those who, like her, were stranded here in Oklahoma, thanks to the airplane radar error that had grounded all flights in the Southwest. She noticed other people starting to write their own signs, and yelling for their own rides.
The clerk gave a more insistent tug. "I'll call security if I have to."
Sophie sighed, clambering down from the counter. "You have to have rent ... read full excerpt from: One Night Standards ebook
