airport todayy. the grandmother has left. meaning everyone is back to normal. &he is back to dirtyy looks and slamming doors. the airport is a funnyy place. the smells of people, food, baggage. the voice of the speakerphone ladyy is the same. &has been the same for as long as i can remember. "jack palluci to the courtesyy telephone please." i wonder if that jack person was short, myy height. i imagine him to have khaki's and a green shirt. one dayy, i shall go over to SFO. &have the airport all dayy, all to myself. and people watch myy time awayy. maybe their baggage will be overweight. &then theyy might even give me their extra stuff. somedayy, yea, one dayy.