Are they indeed always right? (Part two)

No. They are not.

What time is it? Oh yes 4:11 and where am I? Sitting at a bar in the airport.

Hmm mmmm. That's right. I win.

I got picked up at 3:00. Of course I was running a few minutes behind - I just couldn't fathom wearing a long sleeve shirt so I had a last minute costume change and threw the long sleeved T-shirt in my carry on (my Balenciaga weekender to be exact - yea I'm dropping the name but don't worry I'm rocking my cons (converse) shorts and a ratty T-shirt a total polar opposite to the bag) and ran out of the house.

Oof my suitcase is heavy (remember that)

Hop in the car and the driver proceeds to take the best way to get to JFK from Manhattan. Should I tell you? hmmmm...I dunno...do I want all of you (ha! the 15 of you reading this right?) going my way? Huff fine. Take the BK bridge, and then Atlantic avenue alllll the way down to So. Conduit which leads you directly to JFK.

I got out of the car at 3:45.

I proceed to go to the curbside check-in at the end. She was right about that it was totally empty.

The check iner (I don't know what you call them - ooh I know sky cap!) - I mean sky cap says (in a monotone drone cause he is totally over it, to which I know to lay the blonde cuteness on thick) "It's $2 a bag tips are not necessary, but nice to do." I drop down $7 (and that's all mom right there, she said and I quote [to some affect] "they charge $2 a bag but I give $7 so a $5 tip. You have to give a tip and $5 is a good one.") he takes my money and then asks to bring my bag over to the other side onto the weight scale.

He grabs my bag and grimaces. I say (again total blonde cuteness here) "What? It's heavy I know, but I'm going away for a week! A week!"

To which he smiles and says "A week huh?"

"Yes! And a girl needs options right? I mean I always overpack but still!"

He chuckles and my cute blonde stupidity and says "OK its 54 lbs." I stare blankly. "Just be careful about that." "Oh wait its over? I'll pay additional if I have to." "No no its ok just be aware some one else might charge you."

"Someone mean right? Ok well thanks soooo much! Have a great day!"

He just laughed and shook his head. But I stood there off to the side smoking cigarette (God damn it I could go for one right now - why can't they have a smoking section in an airport when they make you get here so early??) and watched the next person come over to him.

He totally charged them extra for their heavy bag. Kill 'em with kindness my mom always says....hmmm she's right about that too.

So after this little exchange I go inside to security. There is NO ONE THERE. Let me repeat, THERE IS NO ONE THERE. I breeze through security in literally 5 minutes. The quickest I have ever gotten through security.

Hit the bathroom and at 4:11 started this post. So I win. Now I am sitting at the bar eating a salad drinking my drink and bullshitting with the bartender and wait staff (that's a story for another time) Sorry it took me a long to write this I was eating, drinking and bullshitting.