 |
|||
|
September 22, 2002 The One I Cared About Sat Behind Me Tired, exhausted, hurried up and finished a sandwich at Charley's at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport. Scurried up: 1:41PM. Flight at 1:53PM. Boarding started. Standing in line, thirsty again and tired again. No sleep the night before; the world was a reverie. Kind of lonely. Passing the gate, heading into the physical plane, I realize that the lady at the check-in mistakenly tore off my baggage ticket. Not that it mattered (as they never check it anyway), I went back to get it. You never know. I'm brown. I can get blamed for shit at airports quite easily. Seat 13F? Something like that. Two girls, both close to the aisle in a row of three. I have the window. Put up my small bag in the compartment above and say, "Hi, I'm over there." Something like that. Softly. I was tired and sleepy. And lost. "Oh, do you mind if we just squeezed in?" Something like that. But not exactly. I took the aisle seat. I wanted it to begin with, anyway. Busted out my Fundamentals of Corporate Finance book. Cause that's the shit, you know. Cause I've read half the thing three days. Because it's that interesting. Or something. Girls are Spanish. So they were speaking in Spanish. A lot. And one of 'em kept glancing over. Heard "corporate finance." Turned around, looked/stared and smiled. "Oh, it's just that I'm taking that class now!" Word. The conversation and the fact that she goes to Pace and studies business is irrelevant. The real reason is that I was tired and could not hold a conversation with relatively exotic Spanish girls. Three seconds later, I passed out. Texas is big. Texas tires you. « Eighty Random Interests (or A Crash Course in Rahat) | Guide to Misleading the Honest and Innocent » | |||