this morning #757.

this morning, when we landed at laguardia, the sun had just come up over long island in a pleasant purple-orange smeared sky. i’d admired it out the plane window as we’d descended into queens. the scene inside the terminal was decidedly less colorful, grey & empty but for a smattering of passengers & a few scattered airport personnel. pulling my suitcase behind me, i made a beeline for the bathroom. an hour or so earlier, i’d concluded that a poop was coming some time soon & made a choice. an early morning airport bathroom was preferable to an end-of-flight airplane toilet. it was solid in theory. tragically, a few savages had already made the same calculation before me.