Airport, parts VII, VIII and IX

Airport, part VII  (Sunday, December 21, 2008, 11:40 Pacific time)

 

Apparently, the less sleep I get, the more bedraggled I become, and the less shaven I am, the older I look. At the beginning of this trip, when asked what I wanted to drink, the lady started by saying “Coke products.” That was about 10 hours into my trip. I am now at a whopping 29 hours, sitting in a bar in the Salt Lake airport… the man starts by saying: “Well, we’ve got beer…” My life amuses me; increasingly so the more sleep deprived I become.

 

And yes, I am now in Salt Lake. It’s a nice change of scenery. I could walk around this place for hours without getting bored. Thankfully I will not be here for 24 hours. WOW… I don’t think I ever want to step foot in the Lewiston airport again; so many bad memories! laughs Not really… actually, when we found out that our flight was finally ready to go, I put on MRC and air drummed for a good half hour. (Obviously this means that the plane was NOT yet ready! But I’m not going to be any harder on the Delta Airlines staff. They want to be home for Christmas as much as I do.)

 

Rocking out in the terminal was a blast though. I got so many funny looks from old folks, college girls and young boys. I didn’t care though, I was sooooooo slap happy at that point!

 

OK, my heuro just arrived. (Or however you spell that. It’s the Greek lamb pieta thing… you know…… nevermind.) Pardon me while I stuff my face.

 

Scott

 

Airport, part VIII (12:18 Pacific time)

 

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles! I now have the last seat, in the middle of the emergency exit row on the last flight from Salt Lake to Raleigh before the snowstorm. May God be praised! Let all creatures here below worship Him! If all goes as planned now, I should be home by 1:00 tomorrow morning.

 

God is good,

Scott

 

Airport, part IX (22:44 Pacific)

 

I am home. I am safe. I have all my bags. I am exhausted. I do not wish to talk to you any more.

 

Goodnite,

Scott