It's just one of those things, like persimmons having too much bite until they have just the right amount of bite--to everything turn, turn, turn, cue Byrds song.
Yet the part about 82 people waiting for 1 desk person to re-issue our tickets? This was a bit novel. We landed at 11:45 p.m. I got my re-issued 7 a.m. flight tickets at the glorious hour of 4:45 a.m.
I am not a zombie, but I did manage to wait five hours to get a ticket re-issued for a one hour flight.
The flight was not all bad, though. I read a pretty cool alterna-pop magazine called "Under the Radar", which I bought because I liked the piercing gaze Ms. Feist offered from the cover. I read Ornette Coleman in a Downbeat interview talk about
life and death and love and other abstractions instead of jazz. I read about Philidor's Defense, and listened to 46 songs on my mp3 player. I even had a good bagel. I don't often eat bagels, so it's always good when one proves to be a good one.
I am glad my work day is this moment done. I am off to conquer other planets, which I hope will be earth-like, but much more dreamy.