“My plane is boarding,” I said.
“I’m on my way to the airport.”
“You are?” I was surprised. “You’re going to make it?”
“How will I find you?” I asked.
“You won’t. I’ll find you.”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble.”
“Why is that?”
“I dressed. I’ll be the only one who looks like I came in on a doghouse. Just look for the flying ace. For the stylish dog.”
I value experience over anything. Anything. I don’t even care if the experience is good or bad. It only matters that the experience is as acute, over the top and/or as singular as I can possibly manage and I do everything I can to facilitate this.
And because of this, the people around me have enhanced experience as well. I mean you’re only going to pick up Snoopy at the airport, once. And you can see how this sets the whole tone of the trip.
What do people get when they run with you? And where is Jupiter in your chart?