you always see the most broken faces at the airport after the sun’s gone down long enough.

three delays and one cancelled flight later there’s some 180 people in an identical predicament as myself.

there’s a man standing against the power strip waiting to board — hoping to board. His laptop screen is cracked and he’s viciously chewing through his bag of pistachios, it might just be shells left in that crinkled bag. His name is Tom, an obesely gay crew member just reinstated him a ticket. He’s going to Charlotte. He’s from here but he loves Charlotte. He said he loves the trees and the english — they didn’t speak english where e grew up, not much anyway. We’re boarding soon. I don’t want to sit next to him.

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