A Gathering of Young Asians

So I have no recourse but to wait. When I check, I see that her flight is delayed until 11:50 PM.

I spent most of the day cleaning, and realize I’m ravenous. When I ask the security guy if anything’s open, he tells me that I need to travel by train to "Terminal 5." I track down the transport, and take a quick 5 minute jaunt across O’Hare.

I arrive at Terminal 5 to find a food court where the only two establishments that are open are "a Graystone Coffee and a Gold Coast Dogs.

As I move towards the menus, I suddenly realize something.

Everyone sitting in the food court is asian!

I was confused for a good while, and it felt really surreal. I realized that I "fit in," since I’m asian too. But not really. They all seemed to be from (or waiting for) the same flight… and a few were introducing themselves and shaking hands with one another. Clearly they were all experiencing some hardship or annoyance, and decided to wait things out in the Terminal 5 foodcourt.

Weird.

I decide on the hot dog joint. I get a water and a hot dog. While good, the hot dog is not all that great.

At $2.75 each, these hot dogs really ought to come with a blowjob or something. Consume, read, drink water. At Myopic, I purchased a copy of A Lesson Before Dying, by Ernest Gaines. Went through a few more chapters while eating. Around 11:40 PM, I make my way back to Terminal 2 and await Melissa’s arrival.