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Mr. Information

Today I am undercover. I am at DFW airport in Dallas and I have sat in an empty information booth to do some writing. I have everything I need, a plug, a computer a chair and a desk. Unfortunately a giant "Information" sign is hanging over my head. I have yet to go more than a minute without someone asking me a question. I started out saying "I don't work here." It turns out that, as a frequent flier, I can help nearly everyone so now I just act like this is my job. I am having a lot of fun. I have helped three people just while writing this.

I will have to wait to get on the plane to do my Daily Flash Fiction.

Jim