I’m currently waiting in the airport typing on my older computer that we thought was a goner, hence why I now have a “new” computer, but my new computer’s left shift key doesn’t work so I’m trying to actively retrain myself to allow myself to use the Left Shift Key. It’s hard. I’ve learned to quite ergonomically Bend My Right Pinky back to grab it, and if I need to grab something Usually Used with my right pinky I cross My Index or Middle finger depending on what feels better. You know I might just end up not retraining Myself, for when I return to my “new” computer, I’ll have to relearn yet again, to only use my right hand to shift.
I am now reminded of the quite applicable lyrics for situations such as moving, breaking up, and just shifting lanes on the freeway “To the left, to the left,/ everything you own/ in a box to a left.”
You must not know bout me, I imagine the person sitting next to me would say, If I asked them if they’ve ever flown international. They look like they could be a regular jet-setter, or a first-time flyer. I am unsure.
That last segment was fictionalized and exists purely for the Beyonce pun, continuing the Irreplaceable lyric reference. But hey, it’s Bae.
I am appalled that this form of Microsoft Word doesn’t recognize “Beyonce” and “Bae/bae” (both as the term meaning: before anyone else; used to describe a close friend or loved one, or the nick-name for Beyonce).
I promise (don’t leave me – ) I will begin reporting on others once we all begin to arrive in Bangalore, but for now I’ll stick to this muddy memoir stuff, knowing all to well how indulgent it is. I apologise.
Steve-Ji should be around here somewhere. We will most likely begin boarding in twenty minutes and I am quite sure we are on the same flight to Paris. Currently east (right, looking north, looking forward, looking at my screen, looking tired) of the Detroit Metropolitan Airport.
With the residue of American oils provided by McDonalds fries on my fingertips as I write (with love),