Justin: In the Feast of Being Able to. Amen.

:Haha it just gets better

In 8 flights thus far, every one, without exception, has arrived at the tip end of an outter concourse, while my connecting flights have been, without exception, at the tip end of a different concourse. It makes for some good laughs as I truck it down the moving walkways, but it stinks for convenience.

Untill now. I deboard, two gates from the walkout, descend the escalator, walk 100 feet to a glass office where my luggage awaits me. I flash my pass and walk out laughing.

I sit now and enjoy my double mocha, will change to business attire in the bathroom behind me, then walk out the door and resume my original schedule.

Man, this is gonna be a great week.