Four fucking hours. Layovers are a bitch. I am bored, and there are one hundred plus people sitting waiting for the clock to move. Doing something and doing nothing all at the same time. We wait for someone to get on the microphone to tell us any kind of news. I've done a few laps up and down the terminal. I've been inside the little newspaper/convenience store. Bought a magazine read it. Bought a book read 6 pages of it. Blah. Ok sleep why not sleep. These seats are great for sleeping in right? Fuck no. A sadistic bastard who probably never had to spend 5 minutes sitting waiting for a plane to arrive designed them.
Ok eyes are closed. I hear a child play two rows behind me. I hear the fat man down the row take every breath like he was climbing a mountain. I hear "awww SHIT!!" Pain in my left foot. Damn I shouldn't have worn sandals! God damn it immense pain. Eyes open and all the pain instantly went numb.
"Are you ok god I'm so sorry?"
She had dark skin with bright brown eyes. That's is all I saw.
"What, what I'm ok," I said.
She had a carry-on knap sack was about twice the size of what it should be allowed. She sat down across from me and leaned forward.
"I'm so sorry are you ok?"
I played it off.
"Yeah I'm ok," while I push the pain down deep inside to smother it.
She arranged all of belongings. A knap sack, a purse and a jacket draped over the purse. She doesn't travel much I thought. She had a pissed off look on her face as she checked her cell phone for text.
"Fuck" she says under her breath.
I just stared at her. She had her hair up in a clip but it still looked messy. Didn't matter. I just stared at her and didn't care. She began to feel my stares but didn't look back. I continued to stare at her. I could care less about plane, trip, foot or the dozens of people around me. She looks through her purse then finally looks up at me.
Slowly she says, "Can I help you." It was more of a statement than a question. I just smirked.