Gorry needs to move closer.
I’ve been up since 4am. I went to bed at 1am. You do the math.
Some things worth sharing via JFK:
A. The 4:53am train? No seats. Who the hell starts work at 5:30?
B. Security took over an hour to get through. Clearly, I was hiding something suspect in my flip flops, cause I had to take them off.
C. Apparently fetuses get to fly as early as one day old. Some woman was throwing around a child who was literally just born through metal detectors. That was after two security TSA guys got into a fight with each other. Yeah…each other.
D. I’ve witnessed the same guy complain about two benign things already. I hope he’s not sitting next to me…kind of like the weird man who’s hitting on the woman sitting behind me.
Him: Do you mind if I sit down? Do you mind if I pay you a compliment?
If anything about stacked heels comes up, I’ll let you know.
E. It’s 7:02am. My flight leaves at 7am. You do the math.
Wait. Update:
Him: Do you live in NY or San Francisco? What do you do for a living?
Her: I’m a writer.
Hey! That’s my line!
I just turned around. He sounds about 80 and looks 20. Although since he just said, “We did it when I was mad little,” I would have figured that out in due time.
Time to board. Stay tuned for more updates…and my Kevin McCallister run at San Fran to catch the connecting flight to LAX.
