I loooove the airport

Here is my pre-written blog/story from when i was bored at the airport. Really it's just babbling but whateva...

Our good buddy Jeremie drives me to the airport this morning as I’m heading to Chicago for 2 weeks to just hang out with family. His ipod is playing ‘random’ stupid songs so we don’t really get to rock out until the last song comes on as I’m about to get outta the car (something by the Distillers) He drops me off and casually reminds me about talblog and not to be a stranger. *chuckle* I get inside the ATA terminal and pick a spot in line that looks very short, but then I notice a business sign right next to the electronic booth I was planning on using…so I think twice and go get in line behind some family who looks almost done. Not the case. After a few seconds I realize that this family has 5 kids and are taking their sweet time, plus all the electronic terminals you can sign in at are not being used and all these people are waiting around for the 2 attendants behind the booth. Ding ding ding….common sense kicks in (or my impatience) and I move over to the very very short line again and say ‘f-this, I’m check’n in’ , so I was like the front of the line basically, just waiting on one person to finish with their e-ticket. The lines were weird, they were just straight lines directly behind each e-ticket terminal. The guy behind the counter then yells out, if your using an e-ticket sign in at ANNNY of these booths. “Who’s using an e-ticket or have bought their tickets online? He exclaims. Almost all of the mongaloids around me raise their hands. Damit people get with the program I think, and I walk up to my booth as the lady I was waiting on is done. Everyone just stands there and looks at each other…baffled at what to do, it’s like he was speaking another language or something. Made me think about a conversation that Kelly, Becky, Jermemie and I had yesterday at breakfast, it was about technology and how some people are really scared of it, or not willing to learn it. Myself included in some cases (ie. Text messages….I am just too lazy to type something to someone using my phone right now, and I’m sure this will pass over time though, I’m just being lazy) but to get back on topic. I am getting all my stuff exray’d and I take all my metal off and walk through the metal detector, beep, ‘sir, are you wearing a belt or something, oh shit I say and take off my belt, he stops me before I walk through again and says…are you sure everything is off you, if it goes off again we gotta screen ya. I had no more metal on me so I say yea I’m ready, BEEP! “WHAT THE FUGG “ I think to myself, dam should’a taken off my shoes, but they were just rubber the guy said so that shouldn’t be it. I of course got screened because my lame ass Diesel shoes have metal in them. I should’a just taken them off but noooo, I gotta have some guy treat me like a criminal and touch me all over like the pervert he is!! (kidding, I know it’s his job).

I finally get inside and walk to my gate, only to find most of the seats are taken, especially the ones near power outlets. So I walk back to the gates no one really uses and find my perfect hideaway with an outlet that I always use (I always fly outta this terminal to Chicago). Plug in my laptop and think….what a great time to write a blog. Booya. Now with the 40 min. I have to kill you’d think this blog would be written better. Oh well. I should proly just go get my coffee and check to make sure my flight isn’t leaving early or something. Can’t wait to get to Chicago…I hope my brother brings home his dog. Ok, now I’m gonna bail because this asian family just invaded my secret space and brought their loud little kids saying jibberish I can’t understand and the grandparents are hawking loogies into the garbage can!! AAAAAAAH.. Nasty!!! That’s my cue.

PS. Did you know that Microsoft Words spell check tells me Jeremie’s name should be Jeremy. Jeremie apparently isn’t a way to spell Jeremy. Or so says Microsoft.