Vegas: The Airport of Doom Part The Second

So when last we found Miss Banshee, she had finally (Y'all? FINALLY) made it to the gate at the lovely JFK airport in scenic New York City. Positively VIBRATING with caffeine, I tuck into a chair and wait for my 9:50 AM flight.

And wait.

And WAIT.

At 9:30, the flight was bumped to 10:30. Well, fine. Things happen. I turned up my iPod and grooved along to Ludo as I continued to wait and buzz off the Red Bull and coffee. And Diet Coke. Yep.

At 10:30, the flight was bumped to 11:30. There were "mechanical problems." Well, yipes. Take your time, Delta. You'll recall that a couple of weeks ago, a plane ended up in the drink, so I waited more patiently and started wandering around the terminal, making pals with other people waiting for the flight. I'm good at making friends in public places! It's a talent.

At 11:30 the flight was bumped to 2:00. NOW the natives were getting restless. The plane was still borked. A part for the engine was being delivered from LaGuardia airport. We continued to wait. At this point, my airport buddy and I were discussing MamaPop, and celebrating the concept of working at home, which she also did. I gave her the website address like a good little writer, and we continued to wait.

And then? SOMETHING AWESOME HAPPENED.

Oh man, are you ready?

No, the flight didn't board, don't be silly.

OKAY!!!! So there were two sets of senior citizens sitting across from each other at the terminal. One of the sets included a very verbose and loud female who was NOT PLEASED OH NO NOT AT ALL with the travel delays and oh my god, she would not shut up.

"Harvey, I can't believe we have to wait so loooooooong."
"Harvey, we need to get on another flight"
"Harvey, I cannot wait any longer, do something."
"HARVEY, DO SOMETHING!!!"
Etc.

So Harvey was doing what any other person who has been married for a million years would do. He ignored her. Well done, Harvey! But the man sitting across from Harvey and his lovely wife, whom I will call Phyllis, cause she looked like a Phyllis to me, had HAD ENOUGH.

And then the awesome thing happened.

The old man across from Harvey and Phyllis gets up and gets IN HARVEY'S FACE. And says…Oh man. Okay, so he SAYS:

"SHUT HER UP!!!! GET HER ON ANOTHER GODDAMN FLIGHT!!!! I'M 85 YEARS OLD AND I'LL DIE RIGHT NOW!!!!!"

And then?

HE HIT HARVEY!!!!!! He smacked him right upside the head!!!!

Oh man. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA. Okay, more later, this is making me tired.

001 My new home.


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Vegas: The Airport of Doom Part The Second — 2 Comments

  1. omdj, please tell me this was not a hallucination stemming from a psychotic break caused by too little sleep and too much caffeine. PLEASE. At least do that much. Please. kthxbye.

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