2:15 pm flight.
Nashville, TN to LGA.
Gate C-12. This would not be mistaken for Gate 4 in Albuquerque, a share with over 500,000 views. No Sir. No such Magic.
Day 4 of a grueling road trip.
A thin cushioned seat at the Gate.
Followed by an announcement that the flight would be delayed 80 minutes.
It’s a wonderful life!
I walk.
Country girls with their long hair, tall boots, and skinny blue jeans.
A live performer strums his guitar, his love lost, his heart break. Patrons sit at the bar watching CNN and nurse their microbrews.
The intoxicating pull of a Quiznos Swiss Turkey Club, Hot fries from Burger King and Tall Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks – “Freshly steamed milk with vanilla-flavored syrup is marked with espresso and topped with caramel drizzle for an oh-so-sweet finish.”
But I resist. I walk away from all of this.
And I walk.
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