Too Much Coffee: The Airport Edition

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PART 1: 

Waiting at Gate #18. I’ve made it this far without making a complete fool out of myself or losing any personal belongings. All with time to spare! I’ll call that a success.

First time flying solo. I immediately wish that I had the Jason Derulo’s Flying Solo song readily available to play on my phone. But alas, I do not. And as usual, my crappy data plan has ran out for the month, so there’s no chance that I’ll be able to connect to YouTube. Unless I can connect to the WiFi here. But ehhh... not worth the effort.

I’m chomping down this Turkey Club wrap and downing a Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee. Why do you care? You probably do not. But you’re reading this, so what does that say about you?

So.... so far so good... hopefully, the flight is also smooth and I do not forget to take my carry on luggage with me when I exit the plane.

I need to go to the bathroom. Do I go now? Or do I wait? I’ll be boarding in about 15 minutes. But I’m busy eating my wrap and don’t feel like uprooting myself and dragging all of my sh*t to the bathroom. And I don’t exactly feel comfortable having someone else watch my sh*t for me. I’m flying solo. And it’s a dog eat dog world out there.

I don’t need any of your help. Look at me being an independent adult and all that sh*t.

Pshhh.... within the next half hour, I’ll be soaring high up above your head... You can’t pull me down! #feelinglikeaboss

Crap. I still really need to use the bathroom. Why did I decide to drink that coffee?

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PART 2:

Oh crap. I forgot gum. And my ears are sensitive af. I usually can’t hear for hours after landing. This will be fun.

Still haven’t boarded yet. Flight was delayed. 15 min. Not bad. But I want to get on with everything! I’m ready to move on to phase 2 of the journey.

But there’s nothing I can do to rush things along. I can only wait...
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Phase 2. Here it begins.

I’m on the plane.

My phone battery charge is at 10%.

We’re not yet up in the air. But we’re making our way to the runway.

Slowly. Oh so, slowly. We’ve stopped moving. Wow. How anticlimactic.
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I’ve made it. I’m in the air.

Phone at 3%.

Scrambling to find an outlet. Cannot. Yikes. Why do they have to make this so difficult?

Flight attendant is headed my way. I’ll try and ask him where the outlet is.

Need to write. Need to write. Coffee flowing through me.

If my phone died right now... I’d feel so lost. Like my journey was unfinished. Is it even real if you don’t post it on social media?

Okay, I know that concept is ridiculous. But, sometimes, I feel it. Welcome to the 21st century.,.

Hurry up, flight attendant! My phone is going to die!!!!!!

2%. Ahhhhhhh.

What to do, what to do? Panic sets in.

I’m smack in the middle of the plane. Flight attendants start at opposite ends and meet in the middle. That’s why this is taking so long.

“Sorry, there are no outlets on this plane, but would you like some cookies.”

All my hopes and dreams plummet to the ground. I can only hope that my plane will not do the same.


#TOOMUCHCOFFEE The results of too much coffee and fingers typing furiously on an iPhone, this is the sixth part of this series.