I did it. I achieved the cinematic moment. Alone in an empty terminal with no one but the five people working at 8:27am I burst into tears and said “I hate this shitty fucking town” before being told that I couldn’t even be put on standby. I am a caricature of myself, and stuck at the airport until my new flight leaves.
Tonight’s shiva topics:
•”oh you’re single? I know you’re gonna be in Baltimore a bit more the next few months, let me introduce you to a few people”