Terminal 4 is the Place to Be.

Note:  The Lefferts Blvd A train does not go to JFK, the Far Rockaway train goes to JFK.  Fuck.  If you are the type, like I am, who likes to: (1) oversleep, (2) take long showers, (3) pack in the morning, and (4) sprint through airports, you don’t have time to take the wrong train, zone out into the iPod, and ignore the fact that there are no other luggaged passengers on the train.  Fuck.  I’ve never ever taken the wrong train to ANY airport*** (much too careful for that).  Thus, I’ve never ever missed a flight, despite 1-4, above.  Whelp there is a first time for everything, I suppose; also, a last.  Silver-lining: got my Monday morning deliverables done, New Year’s Eve planned, received scandalous gossip that I need to follow up on (yes – you know who you are, and yes, he/she will be in my circle of trust – no worries it’s all LOVE), and finally listened to the new Kanye.  No real opinion on the new Kanye; I need to listen to it again when I am not trying to create cluster stack bar charts (it is possible! http://peltiertech.com/Excel/ChartsHowTo/ClusterStack.html ).

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*** Once went to the wrong airport altogether (Regan National instead of Dulles), but somehow charmed my way onto a flight on an entirely different airline – my greatest JEDI moment ever.  (Long story involving mistaken identity, etc. etc. ask me about it sometime – I can’t write about it because I don’t want to go to jail).