Let’s Get Home

My dedicated students were mad at me that I was not staying for the farewell lunch after the tournament today. I would have loved to stay, but I am flying home tonight and since I took American rather than Delta I had to get out a little earlier.

Thankfully my flight left Nassau, even early. It was not very full so I had a row to myself. I arrived in Charlotte at the moment when most flights were coming and going. The hallway of concourse B was a sea of moving bodies. I went to the center Atrium to look for a snack for dinner and on the way there it felt as if I was being propelled by the crowd.

I retuned to the end of Concourse B 30 minutes later and it was a different experience. I was practically alone, except for the two curriers pushing old people in wheel chairs so fast it felt like a NASCAR race as they passed me.

I am parked by the window charging my electronics. My suitcase is heavy and my back pack is heavier, with all my mah Jongg teaching materials. I am glad that my next gig is a driving affair. Sitting around the airport waiting is not my favorite thing.

At least I have a place to sit and electricity, but apparently I chose to sit in the section where the wheel chair jockeys wait and they are loud with their walkie talkies squawking and them gossiping over them. Maybe I won’t fully charge my devices. I just want get home.