August 20, 2014: I get on the ship and they tell me to go away until they have time for me :)
all is good.
Late getting into Muskegon, on top of last night's excitement, and the town's only cab is MIA, and noone ever bothered to tell me the departure time for the ship.
This blog may be ending sooner than anticipated.
Update: I am late, but the ship is even later thanks to fog on the lake. Now I am sitting on the dock of a bay, waiting for my ship to come in. I cant see it, but I hear the foghorn, so it wont be long now.
Usually lazy people irritate me, but this night shift worker has been putting more effort into avoiding work than most of his co workers have been putting into thier jobs. Here I sit, having had maybe 4 hours of sleep in the last 48, amused by a man who has demonstrated greater skill at sleeping than I.
I hope this doesnt go viral and get anyone fired. Though he might have it coming for sleeping on the job?
New Discovery: I should not consider ethicalissues whilesleep deprived because I think I mightbe really bad at it.
Also someone tell me if thepicture shows up because am blogging from phone.
My flight to Chicago, which I needed to get to Muskegan, which I needed to board the ship, is delayed pretty much indefinitely. The good news is that the American Steamship company has at least one really nice employee who got me sorted with no problem on a flight tomorrow morning. The bad news is that, for some unfathomable reason, I had to leave the secure area to deal with a checked bag, and may have to spend the night in the baggage claim instead of the more comfortable gate area.
Oh well. At least I have a flight lined up.
The Baltimore airport, in which I am spending the morning, is probably the best airport, of all those I have been in, to have the runs. Obviously, it would be best to avoid intestinal distress while travelling, or at any phase of life for that matter, but barring that, the Baltimore airport eschews the usual airport pattern of huge restrooms in favor of many smaller restrooms, some as close as one gate apart, meaning that there is always one in sight. All this means that someone with a lot of time and a lot of shit has plenty of options to find the cleanest and least busy facility.
I think, perhaps, Baltimore should consider making this their tourism slogan, in light of the general lack of merit otherwise. "BWI: The least bad place to experience diorrhea!"
BONUS: I think, perhaps, the worst part of any day is that time right between10AM and whenever mcdonalds starts serving lunch instead of breakfast.
I think the best indicator of how fantastically well off I am just to be an American is how trivial the things I have to complain about are. Though I still want a hamburger.
|For a sense of scale, that white box is about chest high, and that concrete part of the support pillar is 2.5 times taller than me.|