AIRPORTS pisses me off. Is there something wrong with me that the Universe decided to ALWAYS assign me the last and farthest air plane boarding gate? As far as I can remember, in my entire life, I have always had to walk so far down the corridors until the end of it, coupled with occasional transit trains or busses to another detached terminal, for which, embarks me to another long walk down another corridor, yet again with the last gate at the end of the stretch. This is very amusing, confusing and leaves me to wonder why. Once I'd reach my destination, that is almost to the end of the World, suddenly, a son, or two, would say, "Daddy, I wanna go to the toilet!". Guess where the nearest toilet would be?
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