3.5 hours down, 2.5 hours to go...The Atlanta airport is great for 1-2 hour layovers. They have a good Popeye's, a bunch of smoking lounges, and a dependable system of inter-concourse trains. Six and a half hours, however, is just too much time to spend here with nothing to do. Internet costs money. One can only eat so much chicken. The smoking lounges get disgusting after a while.
I foolishly packed all of my books into my now checked bag. The airport bookstore is a disgrace. Candace Bushnell's entire oeuvre, but no William S. Burroughs. The "classics" section? Austen, Dickens and Shakespeare. Not a notebook in sight. Why didn't I prepare for this!?
You know what I'd really love? A shower.
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