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So to get from my house (Jefferson L) to the airport (Howard Beach A) takes about thirty minutes. About. More or less. So I left my house today at a little before 11:30 to get to JFK in time for my 1:20 flight. BUT NO. The L and the A were total butts and it took me ALMOST TWO HOURS and so obviously I missed my fucking flight. That's never happened to me before. I was very annoyed. They close check-in a half hour before take-off, too, so even though my plane hadn't taken off yet they wouldn't let me on it. Grrr. So I went home and ate James's bag of Salt and Vinegar potato chips and watched The 40-Year Old Virgin (I am the merest bit obsessed with Steve Carell's weird little fox face--it's like looking at an anus or something, you know? It isn't quite appealing but you can't look away. Unless it is the Anus of One's Most Dearly Beloved. In which case, is there anything more beautiful in the world?) And hung out with my cats and played my guitar and read my book and came fucking BACK to the airport. And it took thirty minutes. Like on the fucking NOSE. So and then also the flight is delayed. Ah, world. You win this time.