Boy I hate airports. Everything about em. I go to Louis Armstrong airport, got dropped off by a buddy a mine at the terminal (he’s a darn nice guy really). Everything’s in order, got my ticket from the machine, tsa goes alright no problems there and then I get to the dang water fountain. Friggin things dripping like a wet rag, there I am wedging my empty water bottle just trying to catch what water I can squeeze outta the damn thing. Got myself about quarter a bottle. I get to the next airport and I’m looking at my flight. Wow, delayed two hours. So I say great, ya know I’ll get myself a chicken sandwich. I go, grab a chicken sandwich, finish that thing up in about ten minutes. I go to the sign, wow, delayed another friggin 30 minutes. Heck.