Where you go?

"Where are you headed sir?"
Standing in pearson international aiport, i had just been wondering the same thing myself. The words i heard myself mumbling; "tokyo, connecting to bangkok" weren't much help. This is what i had been saying for the last six months. The airport attendant just smiled and guestured to the longest line starting at the end of the row of kiosks.
I was later than i had intended, and saw my hopes of obtaining a window seat destroyed by the simple act of missing the first bus to the airport.
as i reached the end of the line, another attendant grabbed my arm and whisked me halfway down the line, opended the seatbelt-like barrier and asked me to step through.
"i have to get this flight finished" she said. "everyone needs to be checked in when the plane arrives"
great, i though, i'm one of the last ones.
Standing in line with my bags digging into my shoulders, i was extremely irritated. early morings never agreed with me, and the chorus of crying infants did nothing to help my state of mind, except to prove my theory that babies don't like airports. that makes me a baby i suppose.
after checking my bag, obtaining my boarding pass, and going through security, i went around the various airport shops searching for some deodarant. I stank. I didn't like the idea of stinking out the person sitting next to me for 12 hours, and after finding no sign of any kind of pit stick, i opted to spray my armpits with sample colonge from the duty free shop. satisfied with my resourcefullness, i went to exchange some money, then sat down to wait for my flight.
It was over an hour late. hurry up and wait. like always.

12 hours, 4 movies, 4 beers, half a book, and 10 minutes of sleep later, we landed in tokyo. I was informed that i had 20 minutes to make my conecting flight (thank you air canada)
Tokyo's narita airport had all the interior charm of a community college, right down to the standard folding tables which made up the security counter. so much for space aged tokyo.
as i approached my gate i caught my first glimps of the plane that was to carry me to bangkok.
although i'm not sure, due to my extreme fatigue and confusion, i think i must have giggled out loud. parked at the gate was a boeing 747 decked out in huge purple stripes running the length of the plane and gigantic, flamboyant gold lettering proclaming "thai airways" and what i can only assume was the same in thai beneath it.
the interior of the plane was even better, with my first experience of the general thai sketchyness.
the plane had to be at least 30 years old, and the rickety nature of it should have worried me at least a little bit, but i was so tired that instead i took a giddy sort of glee towards it.
the seats were the same royal purple as the outside of the plane, and each one came with a matching purple blanket and pillow.
i sat down in my seat and watched the plane slowly fill up, but only to about half, and observed with great relief that the two seats next to me were unoccupied.
i slept the whole way to bangkok like a baby, stretched across three seats, wrapped up in my purple blanket, with my head resting on two purple pillows.