Why didn’t somebody tell me I should stay in the terminal? I’m sitting in a bagel shop in terminal 9 of JFK International Airport. It’s 9:06AM and I’m hot as hell. I arrived here a little over an hour ago after an uneventful trip from LAX. The flight was about five hours during the middle of the night no matter what time zone I was in. All I have to say is, thank God for business class. One moment I’m sitting back, waiting for Catch Me If You Can to start and the snack tray to come by, the next thing you know, we’re landing. OK, maybe I didn’t quite sleep THAT soundly, but still, it was better than coach.
The only drawback so far is that I’m a standby passenger. That means that I cannot check into my International departure terminal until four hours prior to my flight, which is unfortunately at 5:30PM. And rather than hanging out in the terminal I landed in, where I could have utilized the chairs, watched the planes, and plugged in my laptop to watch a movie, I left that terminal to go check out where I needed to be for my departure this afternoon. Therein lies the rub: since I can’t check in yet, I can’t access the terminal area and there is not a single place to sit in this place. So I’m chillin’ here…oooh, I just found a plug. Damn, broken. Oh well. It’s oppressively hot in here, so having finished my bagel and coffee, I think I am going to return to wandering aimlessly through the ticketing area.It wouldn’t be so bad if I weren’t in business casual hauling three bags of crap (my laptop, a carry on, and Mr. Pasley’s camcorder, which he graciously let me borrow).