My T-Zone has now become a new source for the nation to build a new oil reserve. Sticky, sweaty mess am I. Holly’s sleeping and I just wrote 7 of my 20 page paper that’s due on Friday. It fucking sucked dragging my laptop around JFK but now it’s worth it - time killing is the worst.
When you sit around the international wing of JFK during your 12 hour layover, read that with feeling - again now, 12 HOUR LAYOVER you start to listen in on the people around you. If I put together all the conversations I’m hearing I’d have on wack-a-doodle conversation. One guy has his cell phone on speaker while he eats a sandwich. I’m tired of hearing him and his wife fight.
For some reason I decided to get a luggage cart since we have such a long wait and I didn’t want to drag my suitcase and the laptop around – mistake. These luggage carts have this bar that needs to be pushed down as you roll it and if you let go or let up on the pressure than the cart stops abruptly in front of you, thus almost toppling you over it. Plus I’m sort of tall and these carts are made for people who stopped growing at 5’6. No lie. My arms are freaking killing me!
What I learned in my 12 hours of airport bliss was this, I hate airports and I have a new business idea. I’m going to open a business that just washes people’s hair. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just a little shampoo and dry while you wait forever for your flight, because my hair at this point could grease a pan.
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