Friday, September 4, 2009

Eye Of The Tiger

I am sitting in the Salt Lake City Airport as I type this. I'm on my way home for a trip to see The Minister. I'm very near to comatose. I HATE flying, so I always try to get flights early in the morning. Then I spend the day before forcing myself to stay up all night packing and cleaning my apartment. That way I can sleep on the plane and save myself hours of anxiety. Pretty nifty routine, right? Mostly it works, but it isn't fool proof. When you are about to drop from exhaustion airport security is not the best place to be. I find myself asking them to repeat themselves a lot. Apparently asking the blue-haired ( no, really the tips of her weave are blue!), lady to repeat what she just said is a no no. I thought they were gonna tackle me for not taking off my jacket before going through the metal detector. Craziness. Well I made it through security and even boarded my flight out of New Orleans. Pretty uneventful flight because I was knocked out as soon as I sat down and buckled my seat belt. Now I'm waiting for my next flight and there is a toddler in front of me. I swear this kid has the "eye of the tiger". He's staring me down and not blinking. I should feel ashamed that I just got beat in a stare-down by a freaky little airport kid, but all I can think is. "It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to challenge of our rivals!"
Pathetic I know. I typed this whole post on my cell. I'm getting better at this. Time to board for the final flight to CA. Hopefully the previously mentioned freaky kid isn't sitting next to me. There is something wrong about that little chump!