These days I'm traveling to Grand Rapids every week for work. This means I'm spending a lot of time in airports. I used to think that the sorriest place in an airport was the international arrivals hall. Let me explain with a story.However, I have since decided that the saddest place is actually the taxi line on a Thursday night. You see, the world is full of consultants like me who get on a plane at some godforsaken hour on Monday work all hours until Thursday afternoon upon which they return home and then stand in a taxi line.
With the advent of bad weather I've learned to move at a fast as I can - running from the gate to the taxi stand lest I find myself 15 people back waiting. All of us in our black coats with our laptop bags and rollerboard bags.
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This made me die a little inside.
When I went to take the nursing boards they told me, "This doesn't look like you," about my drivers license. I explained, "I didn't get up at five, I put on make up, I brushed my hair, and I'm not wearing glasses". They let me take my boards but only because I had the same finger print. Apparently I had taken a hit from the ugly stick.
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