The Airport

I basically put myself in a coma from the second I arrive at the check-in desk, until I'm sitting safely at the gate, waiting to board. That whole process in between makes me want to give the person in front of me an atomic wedgie and then turn around and punch the air. I've learned to control my mob-like mentality when going through security and instead-- let it all wash over me in complete denial.

So here I am at the gate, quite early. Thank you Mom and Dad for instilling in me a desire to be a whole 2 hours early to the airport, even on a dead Wednesday.

I'm now mentally prepping myself for the chatty Kathy I'm almost always guaranteed to sit next to, and to my other side-- the mouth breather with a full on Arby's dinner and a magazine that most certainly went into the bathroom with the owner.