Our protagonist finds himself sitting on the floor of a Philadelphia airport in the hallway with passing carts moving along plugging his battery weary computer and phone into the outlet he has managed to position himself near. The temporary owner of the other half of the outlet is a nice young man who helped the protagonist to realize that he was trying to plug into a convenient outlet that the airport had decided not to power because it was likely to be useful to commuters trapped in the USAir terminal. Upon attempting to connect to the Internet he found that the AT&T corporation had bought the rights to sell the wireless internet services at this airport for $7.95 but could offer People magazine for free through a slow pipe to him so that he could learn more about the break-up of Reese and Ryan or Brittany and K-Fed. He finally found his name called and entered onto the plane to find himself in the dreaded middle seat of a cramped jet. He is better off than some others on the plane who are discussing how they could have duplicate seating assignments. The cabin door closes and the plane sits on the runway for an hour with little air shooting out of the vent above his head. When the plane finally flies it’s short 45 minute route it takes about an hour to land at Logan Airport. The delay has caused a secondary delay and now the plane has no home so he sits in his cramped seat waiting for the parked plane to find it’s way to a point where he can be dropped off. When the plane finally docks with the terminal another 40 minutes has passed on the ground again with the air slowly leaking out of the vent above him. The woman in front of him mentions that she is ready to tear a hole in the airplane to get out as the back of the plane awaits the exit of the passengers in front. He stays calm thinking of home and his one year old daughter and wife waiting for him. He has been away for three days but it feels like weeks and he is more than ready to be greeted to a familiar place with a familiar smile. He hears the call of ‘da-da’ beckoning. The baggage takes another thirty minutes to return and he curses having brought luggage to work out in but not having worked out in the time he was gone. His neck and back hurts from the backpack on his shoulders. When the line looks long for a Taxi a hotel shuttle van driver shoos him into the back of an empty van. He waits inside wondering whether or how this could be faster than the long taxi line. An old man climbs into the cab. Then a couple of octogenarian ophthalmologists. The driver keeps looking for more people to pack into the van. It drives into Boston stopping first at a hotel in Copley Square then at a location on Berkeley street. By the time it reaches St. Paul street it is nearly nine o’clock. It is six and a half hours since he started a journey home from Philadelphia. He walks in the door to find the baby asleep but his wife is glad to see him and it is time to be home and sleep.