My flight leaves Dayton at 4:55 PM EDT. It is currently 1:42 PM local time and I am already at the airport. No, I wasn't worried about long lines and wait times at security. I'm flat out wrecked and there is peace in the airport you cannot and will not ever find in a house with 4 teenagers, a newlywed couple, and pets. It's not what you might think either. They will all likely be napping and I would be scared to death I might fall asleep and miss my plane. This was for the best, even if I am not actually here mentally.
I hate having to wonder about things, especially when I am tired and having a hard time keeping my head together. There are so many places to advertise your wares at the airport. I walked into 2 separate shops here to find a cold drink only to be told that I could get one in their other stores closer to my concourse. It took me another stop to find a place with a travel pillow, and then I felt the last of my energy reserves drain from my body so I sat down. I thought to myself, "I should check my email. I wonder if they have free WiFi here or if I am going to have to fork over cash for that? God, why can't they just make it simple? I guess I'll ask 'Carissa' at the kiosk." Imagine my surprise when she smiled and pointed back to where I'd just been sitting.
|I'd been sitting on the third stool.|