
Sunday afternoon at the airport
Sunday afternoon. Late July. Airport at gate C3. My flight is delayed … again. People everywhere. Sitting. Standing. Walking. Running.

Sunday afternoon. Late July. Airport at gate C3. My flight is delayed … again. People everywhere. Sitting. Standing. Walking. Running.

Today everything is late. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. 1 hour. Connections are missed. Connections are delayed? Am I going to make it?

I wonder how time I waste each year waiting for flights, trains, buses, Ubers, Lyfts, taxis, cars.
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