First and foremost, the song I like by Deborak Cox is called “It’s Over Now”, not “Please Forgive Me”. Pardon my error.
Second, I am still in the British Airways Terrace Lounge. I feel like this place is my tomb. I will die here for sure. I keep on staring at the flight announcement board, waiting for something good to happen, but alas, there is no hope, it seems like I will neer get out of the airport.
Oh wait, I think it told me to go to Gate 38. It is possible that I am leaving this god foresaken place called Heathrow. yes, it is my flight…and it is time for me to go. finally, after hours of endless waiting in this cess pool, I am almost free. which is a good thing, because otherwise I was going to play on the tarmac out of sheer boredom.
you should be whatever the opposite of a salesman would be. that convinced me to never visit the airport.
Well, I have basically been awake since Friday, 04.30 EST and this moment, with the exception of 5 hour (3 on Friday and 2 today)
So I was in a bit of a funk 🙂