at the airport

today we fly out of jfk, to london heathrow. being at the airport right now, i am able to tell you how much i dislike airports. i feel that everyone (who works here) is against us. for example, when we came to the gate, we expected to get something to eat (seeing as how we came early, to get past all of the security in good time). there was an au bon pain, with two salads, and one sandwich to choose from. there was also a small bar, from which (against my better judgement) we did not get anything. we did finally get the tuna sandwich (which did not really taste like tuna, but rather bad imitation fish meat) and a salad with chicken in it; it was supposed to be thai chicken, but they did not have the thai dressing, so it was impossible to think of it as a thai salad (i ended up using ranch).

paola and i are trying to pass the time by identifying the people who might be snobby enough to be in first class. (by the way, we got the worst possible seats on the plane; there are people on either side of us.) we saw an older guy who we could both agree on: he looked like he used to be a military general, short with a protrouding belly, and wearing a cap with plastic netting on the back that identified him as at least a supporter of soldiers, and had lots of patches and medals on it.

in any case, they are now boarding the first class passengers. we should be boarding in about half an hour now since i think we are fourth class passengers (they make sure the livestock and pets get boarded before us).