You can’t write if you’re not under the ice. Very thick ice. I was around 75 feet from my gate, headphones on, tapping away, half-listening for announcements, etc. 50 minutes ago I emerged from my Honore de Balzac membrane and noticed that the crowd around me had vanished. The gate had been moved (not cool!) and it was now too late to board.
No biggie — I’m now waiting for another Albuquerque flight, leaving at 3:30 pm.
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