However, I do know when I'll be back.
Sitting in the SacraPimento Airport, availing myself of the free wifi. Quite speedy. In fact, I'm even doing work! Perish the thought...
Teresa doesn't like it when I travel. She worries (like alot of people do) that I will meet with some mishap or other. I do my best to allay her fears, but the only real cure is to come home. I don't like travelling either, but I don't have anxiety over it. I am the Anti-Worry. I think this bothers her, because it can be interpreted as Not Caring. The source of many discussions.
Isn't life grand?
We've alread discussed airport security. The other things I don't like about airports are, in no particular order: Food. Air quality. Transciency.
People always talk about airplane food. Many a stand-up comic has made a career of it (only during the 80's. now its all about insecurities). I say it's airPORT food that is the travesty, by and large. It is only the hope of food, a pale image of what it is trying to imitate. You read the menu posted above the counter. Hmm. A Breakfast Burrito. The Holy Grail of breakfast. Eggs scrambled with cilantro, onions, and jalapenos; grilled potatoes, good salsa, bits of bacon or sausage. All wrapped in a steaming tortilla, with a side of guac and creme. Ah, but here is what you actually get. a plate, piled with shredded iceberg lettuce and watery eggs, two tortillas on the side, steamed incessantly to disguise their age, and the faint presence of cooked pork, as a bacon slice was waved in its general direction. a dollop of a salsa-like substance in the corner. Did I forget the potatoes? No. They did.
And at the end of a day of air travel? Slight asthma and nosebleeds. Yay.
Don't forget the sea of humanity, all in various stages of dishevel, wandering through the acid-lit terminals, gazing into the distance. None of us like being here.
But am I bitter? No...
