Airport Appearances Essay

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Airport Appearances A shrieking whistle breaks the dark silence of the room. I roll over with a dazed groan and slam on the snooze. 5:00 a.m. "Why do the nights go so much quicker than the days?", I ask myself as I roll back over in a futile attempt to relish the extra seven minutes I've been granted by the neon globe on my night stand. 5:02 a.m. There are a few things I can see without my glasses in the dim light of the morning, and this is one of them: Seven extra minutes are not going to compensate for last night's fun. It's time to get moving or I'm going to be late. After stumbling down the stairs and into the shower, I regain consciousness and hurry to get ready. It's all planned out. Five minutes to shower (o.k. ten),…show more content…
Once in the car I turn up the heat to "4" and start to munch on a piece of toast. Dave and Lee, my morning companions, are at work on the radio and I begin my commute. We're seven miles from the airport which I have timed to take about twenty minutes, on a good day. Around me shadows of house flash by. In the distance I see the boxy form of an MTC at the stop light on Nicollet. I know that if I time it right, I can miss these reds. My morning challenge. Beat the red light. You start seeing the lights about two miles from the airport. Especially the Rabbit. You couldn't miss it if you tried. I'm surrounded by taxis, mostly, and a few other "crazy" commuters like me. "It's all worth it at the end of the day," I try to convince myself as I coast to a stop. "The afternoons and evenings off are great." Once I reach the airport, I park my car and ride a shuttle to the terminal. It runs in ten minute intervals, and I always try to catch the 6:10. I join the others who wait in silent communion. "Good morning," the bus driver says in the most cheerful tone he can muster after an exciting evening on the graveyard shift. "Good morning," I mutter back and then rush hastily to find a seat. If you don't move quick you end up standing. With a hiss and a sputter we are on the road - it won't be long now. "Good morning", I find myself saying again. It's now about 6:20, and my manager is busy getting the register ready for
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