4th March 2018
The plane landed one and a half hours late, and it couldn’t even be bothered to get to the terminal. Instead it stopped in the wilderness and the passengers were bussed in, leading to more delay, and frustration.
I was unlucky to have a middle seat, between a lady who was reading the bible, and a tall sleeping Algerian who invaded my space.
I wanted to ask the lady when the sequel was due out, but I kept quiet in case the big guy might be listening.
The Algerian kept complaining about the heat to the cabin crew, they promised to turn it down, but in the end he got up and changed into a pair of shorts, so I had the pleasure of his naked legs rubbing up against me.
I tried to sleep, but no luck, the food was okay, but I thought British Airway’s selection would be better. The breakfast was so bland, I can’t even remember what it was supposed to be.
Terminal 5 is a soulless place, it heightens the feeling of emptiness that I get when I walk along endless corridors. I miss my Michigan life, it is a rollercoaster of craziness that has become my new norm. It will take a few days to get back into the groove, more dust and dirt, but each day is one closer to the finish.
As the plane came in for landing there was no sign of the snow that I had been following on-line, so the journey back was quick.
The lack of sleep made the drive back to my sister’s house a little tricky, I had to result to singing out loud.
Another Lifetime to go 