Going Home
Jul 1, 2006
At this moment, I'm sitting in an airport to go home. Finally.
But let me tell you about my adventures this morning. As per usual, I'm up at stupid-o-clock in the morning to catch a 7am flight, which is about to board any moment now. (Yikes, better type fast.)
Anyway. It took 30 minutes to check in because two of the three clerks (count 'em) were helping 6 people who MISSED their earlier flight. The other 20 of us had to wait for the one clerk who could get the rest of us to our flights on time.
Turns out those 6 guys are a band. Thus requiring special attention. Even though it was their own fault they missed their flight. How rude - of those tardy passengers and of the clerks who inconvenienced the rest of us when stars filled their eyes.
Grrr.
And let's not forget the very rude chic who CUT in line in front of us 20 patiently waiting passengers. Because *gasp* she was late for her flight. Get this...wait for it...she's on my flight.
Double Grrr.
Anyway.....I'm off toward home. And Handsome. Life is good after all.
You simply MUST develope the ability to talk to perfect strangers in a loud piercing voice. The kind that can enunciate clearly from a stage, carrying the message to every seat in the house.
For example, imagine addressing this to the person standing next to you in line "CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE THE NERVE OF SOME PEOPLE TO CUT IN LINE IN FRONT OF US!?! I WONDER WHERE SHE'S GOING? MAYBE SHE'S JUST EXCITED TO GET THERE! BUT, GOODNESS, SUCH ROOOOODNESS IS REALLY THE LIMIT! AH WONDER IF SHE'S A YANKEE? THAT MIGHT EXPLAIN IT! BLESS HER HEART, MAYBE SHE'S NOT BEEN TAUGHT ANY BETTER. STILL, YOU'D THINK ANY CIVILIZED PERSON WOULD HAVE THE SENSE TO KNOW BETTER.
I'm telling you, its great. Especially if you have PMS. Or if you're just in the mood to kick puppies.