Frankfurt Fury

Of course, I am in a coma when I arrive in Frankfurt. I am so dazed when I get off the plane I walk past the "Transfer" center without stopping even though I know I need my boarding pass for my next flight. I wasn't given any instruction to specifically stop there, but I had a gut feeling. Instead of following it, I followed my sleepy feeling. I found a recliner and slept another 2 hours in the airport. Hey, a girl was tired. I had 5 hours before my next flight. I wake up to a young woman and older man chatting away about not eating meat. I remember, I will be without beef for 3 weeks. Don't worry I managed to binge before I left. I turn my phone on and I get nothing. I got this iPhone because it is supposed to work everywhere. I go back to the "Transfer Center" and no one is there. Crap. All the other routes lead to immigration or security. I choose security. Would you believe you can go through security without a boarding pass??? That hasn't been the norm in the States for many years. I get my boarding pass. I decide to get something to eat. There is "McCafe". McDonalds in the US=bad food. This place served soup and bagels and all sorts of Coffee. I simply LOVE milk outside of the US so I opt for milk. I walk around. I did manage to count the Black people I see. Airport Security rides around on bicycles. Moet at the Duty Free is 25 Euro. The bathrooms are super private-door to a door to long door stalls. Yes, there is tiolet paper. I stop by the Business Class Lounge and get a few more snacks. You know I collect food like I may not eat later. This place has a shower. Must be nice to fly like this all the time. This may be my one time so I make the best of it; free internet, charge my ipod/iphone. I turned my iPhone on once again, because I am a hopeless romantic. It WORKS! My next aircraft isn't so special, but it is Business Class only. I manage to READ a magazine. Lately, all I have read is work related items and street signs. This flight is 8 hours, I need to eat so I let the flight attendant know to wake me when they serve the food. They tried to kill me, the lentils and lamb was so SPICY that I went into a coughing fit and my body temp went up instantly. The next few hours was full of sleep and plotting of how I was going to smuggle the Jenny Craig meals in my luggage through Indian Customs.

Black People Count (BPC)=4 Men Airport