So I go down to my Gate C40. They tell me my Gate has been re-assigned it C36. I walk to C36 and it says Fort Walton Beach. I co-miserate while I am standing in line with two Pentacostal women, a French woman and a Lesbian that all want to get to Tallahassee, also. We finally find out all flights have been delayed. Ours will leave at 6:02, hopefully.
I walk back to my restaurant & it is filled completely. I eye the guy who is sitting in my old seat. Jerk.
I walk down a ways looking for plugs for my computer. They are all located by the little black trash compactors. The smell is lovely while I type...
Can you imagine that this entire airport is filled with people who feel just like I do?
My random thoughts as I sit here:
Men - stop with the toupe' addiction. Just say no. Accept the weird shape of your head & go with it. Sorry. I know it's not fair. Neither is PMS but we deal.
Women - NO squatters. Never squat. If you do... wipe the seat. You know you miss. Alot. I am a sitter. I carefully arrange toilet paper after I wipe up the remains of all you nasty, rude squatters. I carry Germ-X with me. Please - stop squatting.
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