Row 18, Seat A.  That’s the window seat in the back of the plane I am on right now.  I’m next to the bathroom and a flight attendant named Jackie P.  She seems nice.  Her name is on her shirt and she’s reading “The Color Purple”.  I bet she likes Oprah.

I landed in Charlotte on the way to Ohio and was told that my flight was delayed an hour.  Moments after I was told that, sitting there with my computer and phone plugged in attempting to find some sort of internet my allergies decided to show up.  I have a weird nose, and it’s probably the origin of my aversion to people touching my nose, but it bleeds really easily.  Or, sometimes, for no reason at all.  Which is really neat when you are on the phone, and your computer and everything is plugged in.  

There’s nothing quite like packing up everything as fast as you can while blood is dripping down your face all over your shirt in the middle of an airport terminal.  Or being the guy that now has everything packed up and is running around looking for a bathroom with blood all over his face and hands and shirt and pants.  Seriously, there’s nothing like it.  I defy you to find something like it.  You can’t can you?  Because there truly is nothing like it.

After that fiasco, I decided to check out the snack shop area and picked up some awesome Swedish Fish, and a Tropical Citrus Vitamin Water.  Six dollars and forty-eight cents.  Neat.  Once I almost bought a turkey wrap from a refrigerated wall at an airport before I realized it was nine dollars.  Airport food hurts my heart sometimes.

Turns out my flight wasn’t delayed as much as once broadcast on the loud speaker.  By the time I got back to the gate, sat down and plugged in my computer again, an announcement from the speaker above me told me that my flight was now boarding.  I packed everything back up.    

So here I am back in the corner of this plane, next to the bathroom and Jackie P. listening to the new Coldplay record and waiting for this plane to land in Akron, Ohio.  Pretty glamorous huh?