So, there I was, almost two hours early at the airport for a flight to Boston, relaxed as only a guy in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and flip-flops can be. I hadn't even minded the random pat-down by airport security (hey, a feel-up is a feel-up, right?). But, as soon as I sat down in the waiting area, adjusted my iPhone for a Pink Floyd mini-concert, and opened my book, an announcement came over the airwaves that due to construction/repair at Boston's Logan Airport, only one runway was being used (I'm guessing for incoming flights). The announcer went on to say that this was going to push our boarding time ahead by two hours, but he hoped we would be boarded no later than 7:15 p.m. He went on to say that the time was subjected [sic] to change, and that passengers should check back every 15 to 20 minutes for updates.
I sat, I listened, I hummed, I read, and I played solitaire (although not all at the same time) until about 5:45 p.m. when my stomach announced that lunch time had long since passed and that it needed a fill-up. Seeing that I had at least an hour and a half until boarding time (the announcer having twice reiterated the probable departure time), I gathered my few belongings together and headed off in search of food. I found it at a Quiznos in the form of a Black Angus Steak Sub, which would have been great but for the bourbon honey mustard (beef shouldn't be served SWEET!), and had it not leaked all over my hands as I ate.
After dining, I decided the best way to fight off the sticky sweetness of the honey mustard was with a double Snickers Bar (something you don't see everyday--God willing). I purchased the same and carried it back to the waiting area, along with my Diet Pepsi from the sub place. I found a spot near the boarding door (in fact, I found several), sat myself back down, reopened my book, and prepared to wait the next hour or so. I saw the announcer again pick up his microphone, and listened attentively for him to give an update for our departure time. But, here's what he said: "Last call for James Jackson." OOPS! Needless to say, I quickly gathered my belongings together . . . again, walked briskly to the attendant and gave him my boarding pass. I don't know that the plane was waiting for my arrival, but I do know I was the last person onboard.
After I was seated, happy to have made the flight, I discovered that I had abandoned my Diet Pepsi in that lonely waiting area. I have been worrying all week if it is all right. I fear I'll never know.