Go Away Anticipation

Waiting around for a flight reminds me all too well of waiting around for a final exam. What's great about the former is that you have to show up three hours early. At least waiting in the airport gives some semblance of doing something.

All you want is to get it over with. But, of course, the clock has to tick slower than molasses (molasses that were slower than usual). The saying, "I'd give me right arm..." really makes sense at times like this. Who needs it, anyway?

What I have learned from experience is that I stand to be exhausted when I step off the plane in sweaty Cairo. Can't wait.