Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I'm Not In The Army

When you read this post, I will probably be on the plane back to New Orleans. I had an amazing time back in New York. It truly feels like the place I'm meant to be in. I just wish that the next time I come to New York, it will include me having a permanent residence in the city. I have so many stories that will keep this blog updated for a long time.

Since I am coming back home, I couldn't help but to share to you guys this story of what happened to me before I got on the plane.

While on my way to the Jetblue Terminal, which was the plane that was going to take me to New York, I tried to get there as early as possible. It wasn't my first time on a plane, but it was the first time that I have ever flown or traveled to another state on my own. Of course, all of my friends were worried. I am still a young man. However, I had to show them that I could take care of myself.

Sometimes you got to stop worrying and let people go do what they want to do.

On my way to the plane, I kept on getting a few people staring at me. I could look into their eyes and saw that they were a little worried. For some reason, one look at me was like looking at the sign of sorrow. I kept wondering why they were staring at me the whole time.

Eventually, I finally made it to the terminal where my plan was supposed to the thing. I didn't eat breakfast. I was in a rush to get out of the house and make it to the airport on time. So I walked over to a nearby pizza stand. The woman working there saluted me for some illogical reason.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded.

I mimicked her salute, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh," she started. "I thought you were in the army."

My eyes were immediately wide open when I heard what she said. The answer was just given to me. The reason why people were worried about me or staring at me was because they thought this young man was in the army.

"You thought I was in the army?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're wearing a backpack and holding a clipboard."

My computer was in my backpack and I was holding onto my clipboard because my boarding pass was clipped to it. Apparently, you carrying those two items was the illogical symbolic sign that this individual was in the army. I didn't say a word after that. I grabbed my pizza and boarded my plane to New York. To me, that was my "Have a good time in New York City" present.

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