Saturday, March 15, 2008
Still @ Airport
Still at the gate. Now there is a lady next to me blowing her nose every 30 seconds; there are tissues everywhere. Across from me is this huge guy sleeping on his belly, sprawled out like a dead guy. I wish I had a can of spray paint to trace his outline; new regulations won't permit a spray can past security. There is a lady across the isle with a hefty bag full of Animal Crackers for the trip. I hope I'm next to her. I need to use the restroom. I'm praying I don't run into some toe-tapping Senator from Idaho.