An empty gate. Actually, my flight wasn't late. It was early. It was just a later scheduled flight than I normally take. So late, in fact, that I parked nowhere near my normal spot in remote parking. Good thing I read that awesome article warning me about just such holiday phenomena and I got to the airport early.
And speaking of awesome, I found a new super-secret hidden security line at O'Hare where I got to the front so fast that I wasn't even ready and let someone budge. Let me say that again. I had to let someone budge in the security line because I wasn't ready to go through. No, I am not going to tell you where it is. Because the last time I told someone where my super-secret hidden security line was, it wasn't a secret anymore.
Then I went to Auntie Anne's to have a pretzel for breakfast. Because I just read somewhere that Auntie Anne's pretzels were on someone's list of "do not eat" airport food, which is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Something about it being all carbs. So I protested by eating one with cheese sauce. And a Diet Coke.
I stopped drinking Diet Coke in the morning several years ago. I drink water until lunch time. And a pint of chocolate milk. And can I tell you? That Diet Coke this morning was the best Diet Coke I have ever had in my life. I have been drinking Diet Coke all day trying to re-create the greatness of that one this morning. It isn't happening.
So now I am....wait for it....blowing off my homework and watching repeats of NCIS on the USA Network. Is this the one with Abby's crazy ex-boyfriend? I am like Name that Tune with this show now. My mother would be so proud. No, seriously.
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