My visit with my bestest friend Julie is over. She dropped me off at the bus stop, which for only $2.60 whisked me to the airport. Speeding down a highway in a public bus is always a bit unnerving. Speeding down a highway in a public bus while the driver talks on his cell phone is fucking terrifying. At least I only spent $2.60 to risk my life. Yeesh.
Fortunately, the Pittsburgh airport is such a civilized spot of tranquility that they offer free wi-fi! This is especially good as my flight may or may not be delayed. The woman at the check in counter told me that it was delayed, but the fancy electronic signs at the gate claim that it is ON TIME in glowing red letter. Since I believe that the sign is lying, I am glad that I can at least spend some time with my friend Blogger while I wait. Also, it may take the entire length of the delay to publish this post, as the free wi-fi is slower than molasses in January. (One of my favorite lines from Romancing the Stone, which was my favorite movie when I was 10 or so, which is about how old I was when I met Julie. Funny how these things work out.)
It will be nice to get home eventually and wash my hair. Julie and I somehow neglected to shower for the entire length of my visit. The grease accumulation on my hair is fast and furious. Since Julie also looks like she's been living on the street the last few days, we made quite a pair as we walked around campus to return her graduation attire and drop off some library books. I'm sort of surprised that they let me into the airport. Maybe I just slid through security's theoretical hands like a greased pig. Oink, oink.
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I meant "Suzanne"! Apologies.
ReplyDeleteSusan?? LOL I get that too.
ReplyDeleteOh, she apologized. Nice.
And about your unwashed status? That would make you like pretty much every other person I see on airplanes these days.
By the way, I like to call washed hair but unwashed body "the appearance of clean".
ReplyDeleteI am all about the greasiness! Did I tell you that I have taken to washing my hair in my old-fashioned bathtub when I don't feel like showering and my hair looks too greasy for work? Keep in mind that I cannot fit my head under the tap because it is too close to the side of the tub so I have to use a pitcher or a glass to pour water over my head. Strangely, it is quite effective but my back hurts like hell from bending over when I am finished.
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The only times I get further screening at the airport are when I'm fling single with the kids. While I do look like a mad woman by the end of the flight, I started out looking OK.
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