Travel Log: BWI To Islip
I spent the night with John because BWI Airport is not too far off of his normal course to work. He is such a sweetie for letting me crash at his place and taking me to the airport. We had to get up at 6:00 am and get on the road at 6:30 am. The following is basically my travel log to Long Island. Enjoy!
| 7:15 am |
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Went through security. The guard was very nasty 'cause I placed my shoes on top of my laptop in the little plastic security bin. He yelled at me, claiming they couldn't see the laptop properly in the x-ray machine because the shoes were blocking the way. Which is fine, and I can understand that, but he didn't have to yell at me for it or be pompous and condescending either. God forbid we actually be friendly in our customer service technique. |
| 7:25 am |
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I just got out of the luggage shop because I forgot to tag my suitcase with colored identifier. While I was in there I got hit on by José, the VERY creepy man who runs the place. We chatted about the security in the airport. He told me that the other day he went through with no underwear on and they stopped him and made him remove his belt. Well he ended up flashing them because when he removed his belt his pants fell down and had to run to his shop to avoid being arrested. He felt it necessary to inform me that he had a big package, or so the people he flashed told him.
The revelation was quickly followed by a lead in to a conversation about how cramped the shop was (in between trying to sell me luggage I didn't need). He was complaining about how he couldn't fit all the boxes into the closet sized "backroom." Something I could visually see from where I was standing but which he wanted to show me personally by beckoning me to follow him into the drywall cave. I refused and told him that I could see it from where I was and I needed to catch my flight. That's one of the nice things about airports, you can genuinely use the excuse "I have a plane to catch" very easily and actually be believed. |
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| 7:40 am |
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There's no Starbucks here!?! What barbaric Hell have I wandered into? |
| 7:59 am |
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Damn, a lot of these tourists look familiar. I swear I have seen many of them when i traveled to Maine. Or have I seen them on the streets of DC or Baltimore? Who can tell? Very strange... |
| 8:05 am |
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When to the terminal and engrossed myself further into Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince while waiting for the boarding call. |
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| 8:45 am |
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Boarded the plane and got a nice isle seat. I like isle seats on planes because they lesson my anxiety and claustrophobia because they are more open. |
| 9:15 am |
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Have taken off. It was very smooth which is also a comfort to my nerves. |
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| 10:25 am |
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Landed and have gotten off the plane. |
| 10:30 am |
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Standing outside waiting for the shuttle to the hotel. All I can say is "My moment, my Marlboro." |
