Friday, March 10
Our story begins innocently enough:
- Bade my studiomates goodbye.
- Hopped the SuperShuttle to LGA.
- Our driver divined his way through foreboding Astorian byways, but we made it all right.
- No sooner does the boarding process begin, than they remove everyone from the plane and we sit once again at terminal ten.
- We wait and wait while I fall asleep.
- I finally awake to the PA announcement that this whole section of the airport must be evacuated. Yeah.
- When a few thousand people try to make it through one door, it takes more than Metamucil to get shit moving again. The funniest moment came when a disembodied voice addressed the gridlocked throngs with the message, "Folks, we need everyone to please get out of the terminal right now." That gave all of us a good chuckle.
- I really wish I'd gotten that doosey, but this slightly less amusing clip will have to suffice:
- It wasn't long before the bomb dogs arrived. As before, I missed the really good shot (this time of the crazy bomb dog scamp'rin' all over the place):
- I eventually made it on the plane and, from there, home. Always fun!
