so yes. i know. you are important. very important. so important that i probably don't even understand how important you are. nevertheless, please don't stop in the middle of the walkway to yell at your mother.
you are consistent, i'll give you that. when put together, the cries of children, voices of business people, and clunks of suitcases turns into a kind of white noise. i could even call it musical, were i one to listen to only kazoos and think them perfect music. if that's the case, let me know and i'll send you a recording.
a brief listing of the people you contain: the woman wearing flower print shorts, a tank top, and a floppy hat running back and forth across the terminal lifting her bag up and down. the kid convinced the seats in the airport are the actual airplanes. that one possibly famous person wearing both sunglasses and a baseball cap. the person who you think you may have once seen before, but who might actually just be a doppleganger of your great aunt janice's third husband's daughter.
now, there's nothing wrong with holding strange people. your problem is your addiction. it can't be controlled. there are too many factors. really, delays are not healthy for you. this is an intervention letter. the delays need to stop. just start changing the weather or human circumstance. whatever you need to do.
i'm not a super platinum gold frequent flyer first class free puppy club member, so i'll be sitting in the regular seats, so you can be sure to lean the seat in front of me all the way back so a book can hardly fit in my lap. this said, internet and computer room aren't exactly prime either here. this post will be ending soon.
but really, now. think about what i said about your delay problem. think about it? okay? good.
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