Way Home

Location: JFK Airport, Terminal 7, Gate 8… awaiting flight AC549, departing 7:45.

Its very early in the morning and stupid Duty Free shop is not open yet, it opens at 7 AM. The duty free people have no appreciation for those with early flight. Im okay, I could make it to duty free, luckily since I have a 7:15 check-in. I got a 15 minute shopping spree. But people before that? Truly screwed, in the Christmas season no less. You feel sorry for them, much like you feel sorry for those with ugly or old awful looking luggage (Don’t people know that luggage are the new shoes? Gotta have sweet luggage. That blue leather beatup 36” case with no wheels that your father first used when HE went to college does not cut it kid. Nor the canvas duffel bag. And sorry babe, I recognize that cheap shit from Walmart too, honey. Get with the program) Well, Im still waiting, and I repeat to myself my mantra of the moment: oooooooooopen.. oooooooopen.. oooooooopen...

At least I have my unconditional companion with me, iPod. I have lots of iPod brothers and sisters at JFK Terminal 7 this morning too… its pretty interesting, quite the phenomenon. Anytime you see someone with the trademark white ear buds, anyone, could be the brotha with the full clad Roco / Sean John winter essemble, could be a 7 year old girl with a Spongebob Squarepants backpack, could be grandma knitting away at a new sweater, you acknowledge each other and give them the 1/4 sec look, the slight smile or the eyebrow/forehead mini nod. Its recognition. We are part of an exclusive club, much like how gmail used to be before they started throwing out mass invites as if they were R. Kelly at recess.

Anyways to pass time while waiting, apart from the iPod, I have the airport itself, which is inherently amusing, also. Its unintentional comedy at its best. Ever watch that reality TV show, Airport? Its just like that, but live; it’s the best ever. Just try this, for 30 minutes, watch people when they go through security gates at an American Airport. Youd be surprise how many people still bring on swiss army knives, and other deadily weapons like toe clippers and nail files. Found in the bag? The expressions on peoples faces are priceless, like as if a baggie of coke or a Smith and Wesson was just pulled from their hand-carry. When that happens, in the authorities eyes, suddenly you are labelled Akhmed Moujibar from Yemen… and treated brutally as so. Hilarity ensues when said Akhmen is actually Aunt Mary, contentious and argumentative lady, late for her departure. This actually just happened, 30 minutes ago. Aunt Mary was a cussing terrier, which didn’t help her situation at all. Some people are just so stupid, and you know I like laughing at stupid unlucky people. Especially when they are wearing ill advised Ugs.

Okay enough typing… Duty Free is opening now…