Waiting at the Boarding Gate (AKA Anyone With Any Objections Should Speak up Now)

This is going to be a stream of consciousness thing because I’m really bored and boarding time isn’t for another twenty minutes.  (That’s a lot of boards in one sentence.)

So the International Terminal at SFO is dead.  Like really dead.  Like set from the Walking Dead dead.  I guess it makes sense though.  American Thanksgiving isn’t exactly an international holiday.

The lack of crowds still didn’t make the whole TSA Security Screening thing any less annoying though.  Then again, I wore like ten layers of clothes, forgot to take my laptop out of my bag the first time around, left my wallet and iPod in my jeans pocket because I wasn’t paying attention, and almost left my passport with the first dude at the head of the line.  In other words, maybe the TSA screening sucked extra hard this time because I’m a freaking idiot.

I got to my gate with a whole whopping hour to spare, meaning penny of time to sit around and act really really bored.  I have an entire row of waiting area seats to myself but the stupid seat dividers mean I can’t lay down like the sloth that I am.


Pro-tip: Check you departure time before you leave the house.  My flight to Haneda turned out to be an hour earlier than I thought it was going to be.  If we hadn’t left so damn early, I would have been in a world of hurt.


Things Observed at the Boarding Gate

  • Old white lady freaking out because she thinks someone stole her boarding pass to the point that she starts hyperventilating.  Where did the pass turn out to be?  Her husband’s pocket.  Yep folks, you just can’t make this stuff up.  Even as I write this ten minutes later, she’s still having trouble breathing.  
  • Nerdy-looking white college student girls obviously discussing what they’re going to cosplay as when they get to Tokyo.
  • Sloppy bathroom janitor dropping his piece of gum on the floor and then, after waiting a few pregnant seconds, popping said dust-crusted piece back into his mouth after retrieving it with the end of his broomstick.
  • Young attractive couple that may be on their honeymoon practically having sex under the escalators.

Boarding time is in ten minutes.  The next time I write, it’ll be from Japan and my new life in Japan will have begun.  Whoopdie-doo.


-Stephen out.


PS Why aren’t airports designed with like a bazillion power outlets.  It’s the 21st century and airplanes aren’t designed with power outlets either?  Just a thought…

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