where's waldo?

allow me..to share with you..my very unexpected day in the atlanta airport. i arrived in atl direct from clt already disappointed in my travel lady for a)a layover and b)a 3 hour layover. who is my travel lady anyway? oh that's right..me.

7:35am: "i love landing. it's my favorite." is the words i woke up to when we landed in atlanta. was i sitting next to "buddy" the elf? apparently, yes. ok, time for some coffee and breakfast. :here is where the day spun out of control: as i sat at chilis and choked down their version of egg whites my day was getting longer and longer and i didn't even realize it.

10:45am time to head to the plane. i am told that at some point..an elderly man (in my minds eye: hard of hearing, plagued with cataracts equipt with a walking cane and an :awooooga: horn) accidentally mistook my oakley, roller bag for one of his (probably american tourist) bags. which would mean he took two bags with him after only arriving with one (logic is silly..i know). once i realized the bag was missing i hustled off on a mission to find waldo..my bag.




12:05pm found waldo! at the usairways customer service center. once the usair lady finised telling me how irresponsible i was for leaving my bag unattended (focusing too much on breakfast i suppose) i set off to re-book my missed flight to phoenix. 9:00pm the airtran mr.man told me. i was very disappointed, angry and happy all at the same time. my day had been an emotional roller coaster and it was only lunch time.

1:00pm i passed the time by people watching and taking random photos like this one. it's amazing how after 12 plus hours of being in an airport you really kinda stop giving a shit about what people think. i will say that the airport becomes very  creepy and lonely.. kinda like the tom hanks movie "terminal." but i wasn't alone..justin beiber was there too. 



now..if there are no more blogs from me this evening you can assume i made it onto this flight and none of the wheels fell off.