The first shuttle from the hotel to Philadelphia International Airport was full; every seat taken. Roman and I stand in misting air, waiting for the shuttle bus to make a lap of the airport and come back for another load of humans. I should have woken us up earlier. Force someone else to obey snooze-loose law.
Other nervous passengers wait for the shuttle to return. Boarding times are absolute and the TSA is the biggest variable.
Shuttle returns. The driver asks plainly “Which Airline?” He says it slow, with brutal eye-contact, and sounds out every syllable: “Which…Air…Line?” The hotel gets a lot of international travelers.
More passengers board the van. “Which…Air…Line?”
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