10/31/16,
“The Return Journey”
En route,
NYC Airporter 620
Well, there
is not much left to report. The Return
Journey was almost entirely unadventurous.
This will actually probably be one of my shortest entries ever.
After I closed at Hermosillo, I headed
through security with no event. For
once, I remembered to get my Sunday paper, and we were soon boarding. We had to walk on the tarmac to our plane and
board by a staircase. I slept almost the
entire way to Benito Juarez. After we
landed, I was starving, so I stopped at a 7-Eleven for hot dogs before I went
to my usual spot, where I lit up an Hoyo de Monterrey and proceeded to write
the preceding entry.
After I closed, I
got my usual donut (or two) at Krispy Kreme by the entrance, along with an
espresso. I ate one then and saved the
other for the airplane, hoping to induce a sugar crash that would help me sleep
on the plane. Security gave me some
trouble about a souvenir painted rock I had gotten at Pinacate, but they let me
keep it in the end.
The boarding gate
was the same gate where I overslept and almost missed my flight the last time I
did a two-day weekend trip to Mexico.
This time, there was no such trouble.
Overindulging, I got a churro and another espresso. At this point, I began to fear that the
espresso would negate the sugar crash. I
did not have to worry about that. I fell
asleep almost as soon as we took off, waking up as began our descent. The flight was a little behind schedule, which
meant the hard 9 AM arrival at the office was looking like an
impossibility. I would have needed to
make the 7:30 AM bus for that, or else take a taxi, but the extra cost of a
taxi is more than double my hourly wage, so that didn’t make sense for being
less than an hour late. We didn’t land
until after 7:30 AM. Fortunately, our
gate was right by border control, and, though the customs officer grilled me
pretty hard, I cleared border control with no further delay.
It was about 7:50 AM at this point, and the 8
AM bus would get me to the office by 9:30 AM.
I went to get my coffee and came back a few minutes before 8 AM, just as
the bus was pulling up. Well, it turned
out that that was the 8:30 AM bus, and they had no idea what happened to the 8
AM bus. They moved the 8:30 AM bus up to
8:15 AM, but it was still only slightly before 9 AM by the time they cycled the
other terminals and left the airport, though I was still looking good for a
hard 10 AM arrival at the office. Once
we left the airport, I proceeded to write this entry, which I will now close,
along with closing out this trip. Next
stop: Atlanta for my annual Ayn Rand Conference, this year entitled “Live Free
and Thrive”.
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