I always got a story to tell…

4/7

11:22am
Headed to the bus stop to get to the airport.

11:27am
1 block before the bus stop, I see my bus go by. Fuck. (It was supposed to arrive at 11:31am). No biggie, I still got time.

12:25pm
Talked to a blind guy named Nate on the train. I was sitting in the handicapped seats with my head 1[-1– and almost got sat on. Nate was heading home to wash clothes and pack because he was going to his hometown for 3 weeks.

1:11pm
Missed my plane to thailand because I was a minute late for check-in. Had to pay the “gratious” (according to the Delta rep) $300 flight change penalty, leaving 24 hours later. (The bus I missed earlier was contingent on a transfer, which caused me to arrive 45 min later than intended)

http://www.reactiongifs.com/r/otks.gif

Shady part is I’m meeting friends at the final destination and the hotels and additional flights are in my name.

Burnt.

2:47pm
On the frustrated and irritated train ride home, this fat, old white man sitting directly in front of me, leaned over to the right at a slight acute angle and let good 3 second fart rip out. I responded with an audible “BLOOD!! WTF?!?! DONT EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN!!!” He ignored me.

I seeked my inner-spirituality to refrain from going postal and prevent this day from being any more tragic.

Fuckin Old Fart.

5pm
I sat at home completely dejected and frustrated about missing and paying dearly for a missed international flight. I had another flight that was contingent on me arriving at a specific time, that was ruined. Tried calling domestic airline of that country and sat on hold for 72 minutes listening to their Kung Fu Hustle soundtrack hold music. Call dropped out.

Fuggit.

8:15pm
*presses play on Mad Max trilogy*

4/8
NEW DAY, NEW ME

7:45am
Consolation to me missing my flight is I finally took the time to do my taxes. MOVING EXPENSES ARE THE SHIT FOR TAX RETURNS!!! Compensated me somewhat for the change flight fees.

*2 shots of scotch, 5 bong hits, and a cup of coffee later – word to Hunter S. Thompson*

8:36am
Heading to the bus stop, I helped some old Habesha ladies unload their car full of costco sized platters of food onto a cart.

8:53am
Spoke with a Moroccan man with a cane and 5 missing bottom teeth while waiting on the bus. He’s lived in a lot of countries and speaks 4 languages. He said, “The key to staying young is traveling and experiencing life.”

9:02am
A lady walked by with her friendly black pit named “Pearl”. Briefly petted and played with friendly ass “Pearl”. That was uplifting.

9:47am
Bought a burrito for plane lunch.

10:06am
There’s this kid on the train that is describing everything he sees and inquiring about the things he doesn’t know…

“How long is that bus?” “What’s that say?” “I see a wall and an orange light high” (we were stopped in a tunnel) “why are the lights way up there and on the side?” …the list goes on.

And his mother/grandmother patiently answered his million and one questions. That’s pretty cool.

10:32am
Checked in for my flight 2 hours on time. Never missing that shit ever again (the aame thing I told myself 3 year ago after almost missing a return flight from London…sorry Camille & Jaevon)

11:36am
Boarding flight and remembering how blessed I am. I am humble and appreciative of everything. Till next post…

Next stop, Korea.

#AirplaneMode