In what can best be described as a terrible airport experience, I was sitting on the floor in Atlanta's Hartsfield Airport last night, wallowing in my own self-pity and extremely perturbed at Delta Airlines for making me miss my connection, when all of a sudden, Jesse Jackson walks by me. Even in my disgruntledness, I just had to laugh. I won't tell you what word jumped into my head the minute I saw his face, but I'd be lying if I didn't say the thought entered my mind to try to stage some sort of racial uprising in protest of Delta's incompetence with Jesse at my side.
Too bad Delta's bankrupt.
I'm on a plane back to Seattle now (finally). Regular poting to resume tomorrow.
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Just as well I wasn't with you. I would have been tempted to behave in a very unlady like manner. Must remind hubby to keep me well away from Jesse Jackson, especially when there's cameras and bloviating reporters around . . .