Cuente Con El Inesperado
[font face=verdana]The time was drawing near...
A choice had to be made...
He glanced at the plane ticket lying on his desk. The destination was designated as Detroit, Michigan.
A voice disturbed his reverie.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, sir, but we need to be going if we're going to make the flight."
Again his eyes fell on the plane ticket. He picked it up, looked over it, and then... crumpled it up.
"Cancel the flight. I'm not going anywhere."
The ticket is discarded into the trash and the man retreats into his thoughts once again.
The choice was made.