Day #158: Albert Hammond, Jr. – “In Transit”
I am standing on line for coffee behind a Southwest stewardess who has caught my eye. The hem of her dress is held together with a crooked row of staples. So it’s come to this, I think to myself. A man ahead of me is short a nickel and reaches into what he thinks is the Give-a-Penny, Take-a-Penny jar, but, as the cashier tells him, it’s actually the tip jar. He seems unfazed by this and half-heartedly begins to throw the nickel back. She accepts it, anyway. I laugh at this, then approach the cashier and give my order. She writes my first name on a plastic cup for the barista and calls me Miss Janene.
I am starting to wake up now. A half hour ago, I was nearly falling asleep in traffic that had, as usual, moved at a snail’s pace along the parkway. I was already exhausted with an earlier-than-usual start to the work day, and then all day long, compiling mental notes of things I needed to do before leaving for the airport this afternoon. On the drive over, all I could think about was finding my seat on the plane and plunging into a deep sleep. It wasn’t till I actually looked at my flight reservation that I realized that the nap was going to be a short one. Probably shorter than the actual drive here. I hope no one is offended if I zonk out before midnight.
The summer has become a strangely seamless one. Between workday routines and social commitments, the days have started blending together. I imagine for Phil, too, who came home from the night shift at 2am this morning, and struggled to wake up for a part-time shift that started six hours later. We seem to be running on automatic.
I should be touching down in Boston in less than two hours, but thunderstorms have delayed us indefinitely. I will be seeing for the first time since my wedding, my good friend, Litwack, who is celebrating her Hen Party this weekend. Her wedding will be in September. I have really been looking forward to this trip. To celebrate with Litwack. To hang out with new faces. To be back in Boston. And, I suspect that the lack of familiarity and routine for the next two days will put a kink in this summertime seamlessness.
Next stop: Bean Town.