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My Own Airport

Back at the restaurant the next morning I found it a bit more crowed – this time there were two other occupied table. After a nice free breakfast, I grabbed my bag and walked back to the airport terminal. I was early, and there was no one behind the check-in booth. Ten minutes later the same girl who was there the night before appeared. Marie . She took my bag. She said that the flight in from Boston was running about a half-hour late and that I should go to Gate 15 in about one hour. I wanted another cup of coffee, but that was not going to happen. There were dozens of shops – coffee shops, restaurants, gift shops, newsstands, etc. But not one was open.

There were more than 15 gates, but not one was occupied. There were no travelers waiting at any of them. In a terminal at least as big as Providence’s Green Airport I was the only passenger. It was oddly weird. I had My Own Airport . After wandering up and down the entire airport it was finally time to go to Gate 15. When I got there the only person there was Marie . She stamped my ticket and told me to go down the stairs and wait for a bus that would take me out to my plane when it got in. I walked down the stairs and there was no bus. So, I sat on a bench and waited – but not long. Five minutes later the bus arrived. I immediately recognized the driver – Marie .