Alright...

I'm just going to pretend all of this never happened. My blog was never deleted on accident, I wasn't waist-deep in school work due to procrastination on my part, NOTHING went down here. This dip in posting should also be ignored. Now we return to See Steele Blog's regularly scheduled programming...

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I wrote this on my flight home, and posting so late feels kind of silly, but it's burning a hole in my documents folder so I'll post it anyway. Reading it now, it sounds overly descriptive and well, stupid, but I guess you'll be the judge of that. Here goes, Airport's Lament:

My first flight, from Albuquerque to Phoenix, went smoothly. The seat between myself and the gentleman occupying the window seat, was empty, granting me a couple more inches of precious personal space. There is ample time for people watching on airplane flights. I spent most of my flight napping lightly and checking on the guy next to me, who was taking full advantage of his window seat. He sat glued to the window for the first half of the flight, much like a puppy would in a car.

While waiting for my connection flight to arrive, I noticed a crowd of Asian businessmen waiting in the terminal with me. I think they were Korean, because I recognized some of the characters on a book one of them was reading. I could be wrong. Anyway, I think it was because of all their carry-on luggage, namely their briefcases, that there were a few people that had no where to stow their bags in the overhead bins. I was part of that group until I realized that the stewards would have to check our baggage. That little fact immediately washed away all modesty I had about moving other people’s bags around in the bins to make room for my own. After a short game of luggage Tetris, my bag was in, just a few feet from my seat, or so I thought.

I looked at my ticket stub and realized that my seat was actually towards the front of the plane. I was uncomfortable leaving my laptop in my bag without me there to keep an eye on the compartment, so I grabbed it and headed towards my seat. A man was occupying my seat because “this guys [points at the guy next to him] was sitting in his seat.” As per-usual I just sort of said, "Okaaaay..." and called the on the nearest stewardess. "Oh, you're actually right back there", she said pointing the empty seat near where I stowed my bag. I didn't believe her, I think she was just trying to avoid confrontation but it worked out for the best, as I could keep a closer eye on my luggage.

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Aaand that was where I stopped writing, as typing that out became tedious crammed in between this old woman and a football player-type dude who would not sit still for more than two minutes at a time. But anyway, yeah. Regular, daily posting will be going on all this week, so check this space once in a while, if you feel like it.