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| 5:00am |
The alarm goes off. The girl wakes up and heads for the shower.
I’m ready to go myself. The feathers have already dried off
and the suitcase is packed. (Yes, there is some real truth to the
bit about water rolling right off my back.) |
| 5:39am |
Arrival at the airport. The girl's mum drops us off, hugs are exchanged
and well wishes are shouted. We bustle (well, I mostly waddle) ourselves
over to the Delta queue and end up waiting only about 15 minutes.
Mr. R. Lee at the counter was kind enough to give us an exit row seat.
(More leg room, don'cha know, for the girl, but it didn't do much
for me.) |
| 6:04am |
Made it through airport security, as staffed by those dandy TSA
folks. They insisted I go through the X-ray machine. Those clods.
I acquiesced, though, even when they refused to answer questions about
how safe this dosage of x-rays was to a duck of my size. Girl even
got to leave her sneakers on (talk about preferential treatment to
girl types). I was hungry, so I got a breakfast
burrito from Raving Wraps and the standard Diet Pepsi. Then it
was time to get down to
work. |
| 8:02am |
At long last, my group was called and I got my seat -- actually
the whole
aisle... although the girl insisted on sitting near me. C’mon,
I’m over the age of 15, I’m physically capable and I can
speak English -- all of which make me an excellent candidate for being
in an exit row. When the flight attendants walked down the coach section,
handing out menus, I was excited. More food! Until I learned that
I’d have to pay. Girl was frowning, too, so I knew she wouldn’t
be dishing out the cash on my account. We consumed her snacky items
and then slept. |
| 5:10pm (EST) |
Arrived at JFK Airport in New York. Only 45 minutes late. Rachel
and I rushed from gate 7 to gate 14, stopping only long enough to
buy two books (paperbacks, which are both cheaper to buy and lighter
to carry). |
| 6:25pm |
Flight 148 finally taxied out of the JFK Airport. (Sigh), I’m
sitting next to Anthony. He’s from the Bronx, declined a photo
with me with me but gave me some good info. about Rome. He’s
got a crib there. (That's a "house" for the rest of you
not into the hip talk.) |
| 8:00pm |
After a “free” dinner, I dozed off and on. Matchstick
Men was playing but I’ve already seen it, so I think I'm
going to attempt a nap. |
| 11:05pm |
Yet another movie, already spoiled, is playing -- Out
of Time. Yawn. The girl went back to reading her Judith McNaught
book, and I'm going back to sleep. |
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