12/2

after my kanjii quiz i left my japanese class and headed for jfk, i was finally headed back to the left coast. before i left my dorm for the weekend i headed into the twilight zone rite aid (only out of pure time desperation). and i was waiting in line when i heard a raspy cough and soon an adorable elderly woman was pointing to my package of pads and “saying boy i’m glad i don’t have to deal with that any more.” to which i responded “i only wish” but before i could complete my statement she interjected “no be grateful it would mean that your getting old and believe me i’ve been old for a while it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” before i could continue what would sure to be an intriguing discussion between a girl holding a pack of pads and a elderly woman only in the line only to buy smokes but before that perfect dialogue could proceed the rite aid clerk called the next customer and ended it. i guess i’ll never know what kind of wisdom she could have given me on being a woman or the right pack of cigarettes to buy but somethings in life are better left a mystery. like how kraft cheese can be still considered a dairy product when it’s mostly plastic i guess it’s just building a mystery (bad sarah mclachlan reference). a bit disappointed as left the rite aid i found myself more disappointed as i waited for the snail-like-speed elevator up to my room, grabbed my leopard print jansport (that i wish i could say was from my youth) and hugged one of my room mates for a bittersweet goodbye.

after taking my slew of trains i finally got onto what would be the finale of journey- air train. when it stopped at terminal 2 i had the pleasure of seeing a flight attendant dotingly attach his stripped clip on tie and over that his navy sweater vest. i got to the airport like 3 hours early being me and went through security praying there would be some edible overpriced food to ingest but it was wishful thinking as i had guessed. i had to settle for panda express, in high school it was a mecca of greasy foods but now i remember it was more the thrill of escaping the campus for lunch than having to sift through their orange chicken. once i finished i walked over to my gate and sat by a plug to charge my iphone. about twenty minutes of boredom passed before a lovely scottish gentlemen asked if i wouldn’t mind if he used the empty outlet next to me. taken back by his inherent charm i said yes with a bit too much urgency but he was too nice to take note of it. unfortunately for both us his friend’s charger was not compatible with his phone, unfortunate for him because he won’t be able to give his mates a ring but unfortunate for me because then he would have sat in the open seat next to me. a little let down i then called my uncle and reassured him that i made it to the airport okay. then i heard a deep woman’s voice over the intercom virgin flight to san francisco now boarding, one of the best parts about my seat (besides that my dad got me the aisle) was a handsome british gentlemen to my left in frustration actually said "bullocks!". the anglophile (person fond of ie obsessed with english people)in me died. i now await my arrival and my friend to pick me up in his full flight uniform as he is training to be a pilot.

for f*cks sake