Departing HappyHill for LAX at 4am, Willie and I excitedly began our journey across the globe to Istanbul. Our flight to JFK was uneventful as I watched all the Curb Your Enthusiasm shows, and Willie listened to Adele on his I-Pod while diligently creating birthday cards.
The next leg started smoothly, as Willie and I settled into our cozy Delta business class seats at JFK. We were served multiple OJs, and about 30 minutes later after we placed our orders for lunch ("grilled chicken thank you!") the announcement came from the pilot that the AC unit needed to be serviced and we all needed to wait "for just a few minutes." Then 30 minutes later another announcement comes on that we have to get off the plane for up to 2 hours (you know what that means) so they can do a repair. AND "you must stay in the boarding area.. and not in the premium lounges".
Willie insisted on having a word with the pilot but after I threatened him with his life, he chose to instead have a cheeseburger at the Bonfire Grill in terminal 2. In the meantime I found myself sitting (on the floor) near a gaggle of teenage girls who had t-shirts that read "Person to Person volunteers." Turns out these young ladies (the ones I spoke to were from Alabama, ma'am) travel all over the world during their summer break doing humanitarian work. They became increasingly enthusiastic about the prospect of taking our dollies with them on future trips - seriously!
Ah yes, every cloud has a silver lining. Amidst all this, a huge pigeon is flying at top speed all thru the terminal and bulldozing down to pluck left over french fries. I now turn to my needlepoint.
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