I suppose the time I decide to say, 'Scr#w it' and get to the airport shortly before boarding time will be the time I get scr#wed. It's 4:44 am, and I'm sitting at Gate A6, waiting for my 6 am flight. And McDonald's isn't even open yet.
My Rubbermaid luggage made it through check-in, and I made it through the maze that is security. They scanned my flip-flops.
Speaking of the flip-flops, they're my only footwear besides my bike shoes. I can't walk around in the bike shoes. Will my feet get very cold? That is my worry. Not 'will the plane crash?' or 'will I get eaten by a bear?' Probability says the cold feet is most likely. Cold feet. Huh- I just realized the symbolism of that. Right now, as the Sun rises at Albany International, my feet are warm.
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