Sleepless in San Francisco

I feel like Tom Hanks on so many different levels right now. As I sit here by myself feeling, looking and even smelling rather pathetic in the San Francisco airport in the wee hours of the night, I turn on Norah Jones in my headphones to make my life feel like it is a movie and there is a fitting song to fit my current situation. I like movies like these because there is always a happy ending. I don’t think Norah could play her songs for a movie with a sad ending.

I began my journey in Memphis, Tennessee early this morning in an attempt to trace my way back to Boise, Idaho in hopes to find normalcy. Instead of having a flight pattern that makes sense, United Airlines thought it might be hilarious to send me to Denver, San Diego and San Francisco before getting me to Boise.

While waiting in San Diego during my layover, I heard the muffled, annoyed voice over the loud speaker, “ Flight 6209 is delayed to San Francisco until 6 pm.” This basically translated into, “Hey David, you suck again.” Due to this awesome delay, I was late getting into San Francisco and missed my last leg to Boise. I am stuck in San Francisco International Airport for the night. Just me, Norah, and a few irritated airline employees.

So many possibilities! Yet I just want to sleep, or find carts to make money so I can eat. I can finally see what Tom Hanks had to go through.

On a different note, I have been keeping this whole trip a secret from my girlfriend. Sounds horrible, but it is not. Just an attempt to surprise her. I have been telling her half-truths and about 3 lies for the past 2 days just to keep the suspicion on a low level. You have no idea how hard this is to do with my girlfriend because she is so inquisitive! Every fifteen minutes she asks what I am up to just because she cares about me so much. I give her a response. She says “Why?” Adorable.

As I am about to finish this entry and try to get some sleep on this God forsaken chair, the man pictured above came and sat right next to me and began reading. Keep in mind that there are hundreds of empty chairs in sight in this area. Not to mention that he smells like a foot. I should be pissed, but this is hilarious.

Thank you Tom Hanks, you are a role model.