Airport Entertainment

This is how people text-message these days. (Also, Sammi just finished English: Introduction to Poetry.)

Sammi: I'm at the airport chillin . . .

Rafter: and havin the room to myself is pretty illin' . . .

Sammi: I'd assume so, without all the space I was filling

Rafter: Still, the lonely nights ahead won't be very thrilling.

Sammi: You can come back to California any time if ur willin.

Rafter: That might not be in the cards, at the rate that the economy is spillin.

Sammi: Understandable, when its prb you they'd be billin'

Rafter: Yep. So for hockey tonight, any chance of tigers killin'?

Sammi: Not a clue, their win streak has been sorta stillin'

Rafter: Yeah, why is that? Perhaps too many drills they've been drillin? Too many pills they've been pillin? Or perhaps too many biddies' frills they've been frillin?

Sammi: All of the above.

Toasted to a crisp. (a.k.a. grillin')