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his home.
     
    It is always best to get the farthest tram in Pittsburgh when leaving airport’s concourses since it drops you off closer to the main terminal. He walked onto the tram and leaned against one of the silver rails, attached to the side of the car.  He tried not to touch anything.  Same with escalator belts.  Nasty.  Never touched them.  He’d rather tumble down eighty-five pointy steel escalator stairs than touch one.   He already flew all over the world with sick, coughing people.  He didn’t want to pick up the Avian Flu from a dirty escalator in Pittsburgh.  Plus, he had read somewhere that the dirtiest things you come in contact with are escalator belts, hotel television remotes and pay phones.  He imagined these silver rails in the tram were #4 on the list.   He avoided them.   He had worked in the restaurant business too long.  He knew too much about germs.   While he thought about germs and where they came from, the redhead entered the car and stood five feet to his right.  He was oblivious.
     
    Exiting the tram, he opened up his cell, hoping his ride was on the way.  He dialed Brian Ippolito, his best friend and also his landlord.
     
    “Hey buddy, it’s Sean.  You on your way?  I am headed to baggage claim.”  Sean stepped onto the escalator that took him down to the baggage claim area.
     
    “Oops.  No.  I kind of got tied up.  I can’t do it,” Brian said.
     
    “You have got to be kidding me.  Come on man!”  Sean slung his briefcase over his shoulder and put his foot up on the baggage claim belt. 
     
    “Tell you what, take a cab and I’ll treat you to a couple beers later at Doc’s.  That sounds like a great deal to me.” 
     
    “It sounds like a shitty deal, but one I have to take.  Thanks a lot.” Sean moved his foot as the belt started moving.
     
    “Anytime!  See you at home.  Bailey is waiting for you.  You know she does not like to be kept waiting.”  And with that, he hung up.
     
    “Bastard,” Sean mumbled.  Sean’s bags were the first two off the belt.  He grabbed both bags and headed outside towards the cabstand.  The September Pittsburgh air was cool.  He heard voices shouting to loved ones, others cursing as they tried to make their way across the street to the rental car center.  He heard a familiar voice.
     
    “Mr. Garrison, I thought you had a ride?”  It was Jennifer and two of the other flight attendants, following closely behind her.  He pivoted around to face her.  She was great looking and nearly as tall as Sean with the heels on.  Those outfits just always fit so nice.  The international flights got the first team girls.  Not the grannies you get flying domestic.
     
    “Oh, hi Jennifer.  Call me Sean.” 
     
    “Ok, Sean,” she said, stepping closer.
     
    “My ride stood me up.  He promises to pay me back in beer tonight.”
     
    “Oh.”  She took another step closer.
     
    “I will believe it when I see it,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
     
    “Do I make you nervous, Sean?” Her face was inches from his.  She smelled great.  She could have just jumped off the runway of an Italian fashion show. Cars and cabs were passing three feet behind him.  He didn’t notice.
     
    “Why do you say that?”  
     
    “You have a tell.  Every time I talk to you, you run your hands through your hair.  I like it and I love your chin.  The little dimple drives me nuts,” she whispered, stepping closer to him and caressing his chiseled jaw.  Jennifer’s flight attendant buddies were clearly not as taken with Sean and were trying to ease her towards the Hilton shuttle bus.
     
    “Hmmm.  I think I have figured yours out as well,” he whispered.  He felt almost drunk when she spoke to him.  She was intoxicating.  Cars kept passing.  A Pittsburgh police car stopped right behind Sean.  The blue lights came on.   So did the horn.  Jennifer jumped.  Sean didn’t.  He knew who it