Stuck in an airport

Me, losing my mind.

So thanks to an unnecessary amount of snow, my flight from New York to Atlanta got delayed and I missed my connecting flight to Colorado.

I was told there would be a 7 hour wait until the next flight.

At first, I was somewhat excited and viewed the situation as an adventure.

Now, at about hour 4 of the layover, I'm amazed at how many things I can find to HATE about an overweight, whiny child and a leather-clad Hispanic guy whispering dirty talk into his cellphone.

It's getting ridiculous.
The Hispanic guy said "I'll be like Maximus Decimus Meridius in bed."
Apparently the lucky girl didn't hear him though, because he just repeated it three times, each time growing louder and sterner in delivery.

Some woman a few seats away from me just burst into loud, grief-filled sobbing.

I'm done. I'm done for today.

Today has cashed its check with me.

-nicholas

Into the Wild: The Journey

I had to take a series of flights to eventually arrive in Haines, Alaska (my father's new home).

First, I took a 6 hour flight from New York to Seattle. 

At New York's JFK airport I underwent about an hour-long security check. I had to present my driver's license several times, I removed my laptop from my backpack and placed it separate from my shoes, belt, and jacket; all of which I had to run through the x-ray machine. I was also randomly selected for a complimentary weapons pat-down from an airport security officer.

Second, I took a 2 hour flight from Seattle, WA to Juneau, Alaska.

At the Seattle airport, the security check was much less lenient. I didn't have to remove my shoes, belt or jacket. I did have to separate my laptop from my backpack, though. I still don't know what that separation is supposed to accomplish.

Third, I took a thirty minute flight from Juneau, Alaska to Haines, Alaska. 

The security check at the Juneau Airport consisted of an elderly woman asking me if I was carrying bear mace. After a stunned moment of silence I replied that I was not and she ushered me onboard a plane roughly the size of a riding lawnmower. 

If I ever decide to give up acting in favor of terrorism I've got a pretty good idea which airport I'm going to infiltrate first.

-nicholas