Orlando is a very fine place. This is not about Orlando or its airport. This is about being stuck in the airport and having to spend a night on a chair or bench or how ever I managed to endure the lapse between a missed flight and a rescheduled flight the next day. I was in turmoil. I missed my flight. Really no big deal. Its not. But I found myself somehow eventually finding a bench on which to sleep. I slept after finally getting to sleep probably at 3 in the morning or somthing like that. I guess I was up for some reason. Maybe I slept longer. I think my flight out was at 10 in the morning that next day. I somehow awoke only 20 or some minutes before that flight was to leave. Maybe I did have a little more time, but I remember being painfully rushed. I had to get my luggage out of a locker and board the plane. Funny, I was wearing a red and yellow and white striped shirt, horizontally and narrow stripes. I was moving fast. Overhead I think I heard the "flight of the bumblebee" song. Was I that bumblebee? I felt like my bee hive was hit by a bat and I was headed somewhere without regard to noticing the people I passed. I actualy thought that perhaps someone saw how I was moving about on an overhead camera and thought they'd have a little fun with life and play that tune. I did look just like a bumble bee wearing that shirt.
Made my flight :).
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