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The waiting at Gate 3A was more than Zoe could deal
with. What the fuck was taking so long? Not
only was she tired, but the annoying baby screaming bloody murder behind her
was beginning to give her a headache. She glanced at her watch and figured they
would be calling seats at any time, she’d hoped. Just then an airline rep came on
and made an announcement:
“Good
evening passengers of Flight 2345. We appreciate your patience this evening and
will be boarding shortly. Please listen carefully for your seats to be called
so that we can board quickly. Again, thank you for your patience and we look
forward to serving you on your flight back to the DFW-Dallas/Ft.Worth area.”
Digging through her oversized Coach bag searching
for Dramamine, she noticed there was no text or missed calls on her phone. Not
that that was surprising or anything. Talking on the phone was overrated anyway
and she was not usually ever in the mood to talk to anyone unless it was her
parents. And even that was not by choice usually, but more like an obligation.
Her work trip was long and getting home was her main
priority. Thankfully she did not have to work the next day. The idea of watching
Sex and the City reruns all day in her pajamas sounded like bliss. A day of
inactivity was in order after the hellish week she’d just finished.
