airport non-sense
on wednesday at 5:30 pm work gave me my itinerary for thursday. so instead of playing hockey or chillin with my boys i was headed to los angeles. wee. the meetings ended early and we tried to catch an earlier flight. it would be really close. i was the last one through the security theatre. i'm pulling an oj to my gate carrying my shoes. someone runs me down from behind. okay, i'm thinking something flew out of my open backpack. there's this cute japanese girl that doesn't speak english very well. she needs help finding her gate. why the hell she's chasing a running man in his socks carrying in his hands everything that should be packed in his bag i have no idea. but i look at my gate. ken and john are out of sight. i look at her. i sigh. i look at her ticket. it says to consult the monitors where the gate number should be. she doesn't understand my explanation to find a tv. of course there are none in sight. i apologize and run off. john says we missed our flight. drok. ken says we have 15 minutes to boarding. so i pack my bag and put on my shoes. then cause i'm feeling the good samaritan, i go look for the lost foreigner. i find her by the monitors. she'd found her gate number.