45E to 130E

Early morning in Austin, painful headache almost made me miss the flight.

Sleepless in Residence Inns Marriot, I got to go downstairs to buy pills. "Excuse me, which one is better for headache relief?", "Well, do you have serious #$%#%&$^* ...!!!" "No." "Then, Advil will fit for you." "Charge on my bill please." Two tablets are in traveler's pack with a long long descriptions. It's really hard to read it while having a mal-functional brain. I took one pill with the mineral water. It takes only 3 sececons...

I start trowing up. In fact, it did make me feel better, but in an unexpected way. Morning call is on 5:30 to catch 8:25 flight. "Just take a nap." I siad to myself. So, that's why I woke up at 7:10am. I Rushed downstairs to check out the room. "How much time it will take to the airport?" "About 45 mins." "There is a fast route, it's toll way though."

Grabbing a map, I jumped into the golden Mazda, stepped on the pedal.

90 miles from 45E to 130E, hoping there won't be any cops around. All the way running engines with classicals on radio, I arrived at 7:47. There is a long waiting line. A friendly black buddy came by to help. "May I get to the front of the line. I might miss the flight..." "No, they probably have waited for a long time as well." "Let me check it out for you." A while, the overtaned sunshining boy came back saying "You flight is delayed for an hour." "Yeah!" what a release, never felt that way when a flight is delayed.

So, in Admirals Club lounge, a message was written. Yes, I am going back home. I am already home.

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