So last night I missed my flight back home from New Jersey
7:30pm: John books a new flight at 6:15am the following morning.
8:00pm: John buys supplies for the long, cold night ahead-two more Terry Pratchett books, a sandwich, a cup of coffee bigger than his head, and a pack of cigarettes.
9:30pm: Shops and food stands close. An eerie silence descends on the Newark airport.
11:00pm: A lone janitor mops the same spot on the floor for a full hour, humming a mournful dirge and staring into the middle distance.
2:00am: John is seated on a bench, typing up his notes from the meeting. Peripherally, he sees a figure approaching him across the terminal. He begins to sweat. When he can bear it no longer, he looks up at the woman who is standing there, staring at him. She hands him a slip of paper and leaves without a word.
2:02am: The “without a word” part makes sense, as the slip of paper reads, “I have created this pamphlet to raise awareness about deafness and to support my family. If you would like to keep it, please give a donation in whatever amount you would like.” The rest of the pamphlet gives common words in sign language.
2:07am: The woman returns. Since he has no currency, John hands her back the pamphlet and tries to motion “I have no cash, as I gave the last of it to a cab driver to get here,” which is a sentence that was curiously absent from the pamphlet. She nods once and leaves.
3:15am: The lights in the terminal begin flickering sporadically. In the resultant strobe, sinister shadows creep across the checkered floors.
3:30am: As the flickering continues and the shadows multiply, John decides to check in and go through security.
3:45am: The security crew is singing a New Jersey themed hip hop song together. (It was actually the most welcoming security check I’ve ever been through.)
6:15am: The plane takes off on time, with John safely aboard. He immediately falls asleep, and dreams of a sprawling garden state, populated only by books and binary encoding formats.
1:00pm: John is clearly being very productive at the office. It’s a good thing he came in.
8:00pm: John buys supplies for the long, cold night ahead-two more Terry Pratchett books, a sandwich, a cup of coffee bigger than his head, and a pack of cigarettes.
9:30pm: Shops and food stands close. An eerie silence descends on the Newark airport.
11:00pm: A lone janitor mops the same spot on the floor for a full hour, humming a mournful dirge and staring into the middle distance.
2:00am: John is seated on a bench, typing up his notes from the meeting. Peripherally, he sees a figure approaching him across the terminal. He begins to sweat. When he can bear it no longer, he looks up at the woman who is standing there, staring at him. She hands him a slip of paper and leaves without a word.
2:02am: The “without a word” part makes sense, as the slip of paper reads, “I have created this pamphlet to raise awareness about deafness and to support my family. If you would like to keep it, please give a donation in whatever amount you would like.” The rest of the pamphlet gives common words in sign language.
2:07am: The woman returns. Since he has no currency, John hands her back the pamphlet and tries to motion “I have no cash, as I gave the last of it to a cab driver to get here,” which is a sentence that was curiously absent from the pamphlet. She nods once and leaves.
3:15am: The lights in the terminal begin flickering sporadically. In the resultant strobe, sinister shadows creep across the checkered floors.
3:30am: As the flickering continues and the shadows multiply, John decides to check in and go through security.
3:45am: The security crew is singing a New Jersey themed hip hop song together. (It was actually the most welcoming security check I’ve ever been through.)
6:15am: The plane takes off on time, with John safely aboard. He immediately falls asleep, and dreams of a sprawling garden state, populated only by books and binary encoding formats.
1:00pm: John is clearly being very productive at the office. It’s a good thing he came in.