"Am I a week early for my appointment?" I greeted my therapist yesterday.
She burst into laughter, "So, it's been that kind of week?"
She should know. The day before I had missed the massage appointment completely.
Right now I'm seated on the floor with my back resting on a movable partition at O'Hare. My eyes are firmly glued on concourse "L" watching for Teresa to get here from Ecuador.
I've already done this act once -- for the 8:00 flight. Now it's a repeat performance for the 11:00 flight.
At least she's not at the gate waiting for me to come get her -- what I feared earlier. Meantime, try to find something to DO while waiting two hours in the visiting portion of the airport. It's worse than a bus/train station -- tried that this summer.
Outside of the secure areas, there is no seating, no food, no stores -- nothing. Okay, there's a scaled-down S-Bucks with two little ice cream parlor tables, two chairs each. I didn't feel like arm-wrestling the young athletic types sitting there for the seats. So I opted to go across the street to the Hilton. However, on the way there, I discovered an employee area with seating, adjacent to the parking lot...and it had more food than the coffee shop.
Then I realized that it also hid a shortcut to the parking lot. Change of plans. I found my car and got paper to write and a book to read.
Forty-five minutes later, I've had my exercise. Armed with a Sun-Time, a book, a notebook and a bottle of orange juice, I'm settled in to wait for my friend.
As long as security doesn't run me out for vagrancy!
She burst into laughter, "So, it's been that kind of week?"
She should know. The day before I had missed the massage appointment completely.
Right now I'm seated on the floor with my back resting on a movable partition at O'Hare. My eyes are firmly glued on concourse "L" watching for Teresa to get here from Ecuador.
I've already done this act once -- for the 8:00 flight. Now it's a repeat performance for the 11:00 flight.
At least she's not at the gate waiting for me to come get her -- what I feared earlier. Meantime, try to find something to DO while waiting two hours in the visiting portion of the airport. It's worse than a bus/train station -- tried that this summer.
Outside of the secure areas, there is no seating, no food, no stores -- nothing. Okay, there's a scaled-down S-Bucks with two little ice cream parlor tables, two chairs each. I didn't feel like arm-wrestling the young athletic types sitting there for the seats. So I opted to go across the street to the Hilton. However, on the way there, I discovered an employee area with seating, adjacent to the parking lot...and it had more food than the coffee shop.
Then I realized that it also hid a shortcut to the parking lot. Change of plans. I found my car and got paper to write and a book to read.
Forty-five minutes later, I've had my exercise. Armed with a Sun-Time, a book, a notebook and a bottle of orange juice, I'm settled in to wait for my friend.
As long as security doesn't run me out for vagrancy!
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