I'm expecting to be hounded at least five times for any "lose change" and that is just walking to the metro. It's hard to get around those people. Especially when I have a bunch of change in my pocket going "jingle jangle jingle" you can hear me a mile away. I’ll give it to them because at the end of the day I’ll just lose it when I get screened by airport security. Ho Ho!
Wow got here extra early
. Now what? Oh yeah I guess I could hit up Cinnabun. Uhggg gross how can people eat that crap! Well I guess if you have an hour and a half to kill it starts to become inevitable. Wait wait what is this? Look like a storm is brewing to the west. Now its raining and no planes are landing at National Airport. (I’ll be long dead before I call it Reagan-National, but that is a story for another day) Oh good lord I just heard my name called on the loudspeaker, and oddly enough they pronounced it correctly, that can’t be a good omen. Looks like I will not be able to make my connection in Toronto. So all this preparation and battling to reach the airport was all for not. I get to try again tomorrow!
However, don’t feel bad for me. I’ll just buy a cheap bottle of French wine at the corner liquor store throw on some France Gall and pretend I am in French café and hang out with my friend. Ops looks like he just darted into that mouse hole over there in the corner. Well maybe he will come out later. Take that bad weather! You’re not going to bring me down Fun is fun.
Nothing like leaving early on a Friday to jet out of the country for a week! After a long summer of litigation and spending most of my days and nights slaving behind a desk I now get to go out and have some real fun. Not that sitting in front of a computer monitor does not have a certain sort of excitement to it, but visceral it is not. However, in order to do that I first have to do battle to get the airport and then fight the lines and screening. Traveling Rocks!