So its Detroit, gate A38, the NWA crew working like ants to get their system in order. A system glitch at crunch time never did anyone any good. The supervisor runs back and forth from one terminal to the other, tapping away at the keys trying to get the system to behave. I think about walking by the counter to confirm that I’m all set but decide against it. Instead I find myself a seat and stare blankly at CNN-Airport playing on the Jumbotron in the distance.
Just across, people get on and off the moving walkway, one of the greatest inventions of modern airports! Especially when one finds themselves stuck with a handbag weighing a ton! As I settle into my seat, the periodic “Watch Your Step” plays ad nauseum, warning the ‘walkwayers’ of imminent danger. With every face expectantly waiting to get on a flight and on with their lives to whereever they are going its unlikely that anyone even notices it.
Over in the corner, business is as usual at McDonalds. Their ice-machine’s broken but nobody cares. Its the airport!
Life just meanders along at the airport. So I’m sitting there, watching the all this hussle bussle trying to make sense of the supposed chaos, and then it happens.
I see Sonia Gandi waving to a crowd! No silly! It’s on CNN-Airport. I turn to the guy sitting next to me. “That’s India’s new Prime Minister”, I say to him.
I turn back at the jumbotron and to my sweet surprise what do I see? The headline reads, “Sonia Gandhi, declines Indian Prime Ministership!”
All hell breaks lose in mind. Am I dellusional? Has the airport gotten to me? My eyelids bat furiously trying to make sense of the headline, but before I know it the news-flash is gone. I’m like, “What Tha!!”.
I look over across the concourse trying to find a newstand but none is in sight. I look down at my half-a-ton handbag and my tired body tells me to give up the idea of going out to look for one.
So I give up and slop back into my chair and close my eyes in wonder.
So that’s how I got my G-Shock.