I love arriving to airports ahead of time just to wait. I'll probably sit here, by myself, until five minutes before the plane boards when, like a flock of geese landing, the rest of the passengers will arrive disgruntled and pushy.
At the same time, I do not mind waiting in airports. I never feel stale here. Everyone is moving; you know, going somewhere.
Anyways, the advertising director of our local newspaper called me up for an interview. However, I told him I couldn't make it because I'd be out of town for the remainder of the week.
UPDATE: Just found out that the plane is going to be late and I might miss my connecting flight in SF to NYC. Why am I not surprised?
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About Me
- A. Dominic Efferson
- After a five year career in journalism Dominic has moved into the non-profit industry. He specifically works in marketing and is adamant about the expansion of quality skateparks and recycling centers.
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