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Memoir in Diary form

Still At the Airport

Story and Photos by DeVan Hankerson

My Trip to Egypt: A Series
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07-04-00(b)

It's the same day but I'm writing again. The evening part of the day seemed so far removed from the former. Right now is about 8:50 am and we are still in the airport. The day didn't, go well I haven't decided whether today was a good day, or not. After the whole drama this morning we came back to the departure area. Jennifer, Eboni and I played a game of spades up to like 2:00 pm.

We could have finished it but that didn't happen. That's the main reasons that Eboni and Jennifer were loosing and Eboni doesn't like to lose. I notice the more I'm around her the more I learn about why she is the kind of person she is. Out of her own mouth she said that she was, "spoiled." She told us that her mother never told her no and so she expects to get everything.

I guess her being spoiled alludes the her being rude at times. Perfect example: after lunch Jessica and I were playing uno. I had moved from a seat to the floor to come down and play. I left my water bottle sitting on the little table next to my chair. I asked Eboni, who had sat in the chair, to pass my water bottle. She put it on the floor and said, "how about I kick it." If I had said anything in response to that it would have come out sounding nasty. Trying to avoid confrontation I just gave her a cold little smile.

Now I didn't dwell on the situation, I turned my attention back to the uno game. I just thought that was rude and uncalled for. Anyway, moving on the rest of the day after the uno game. I slept. It's funny I never thought that I'd find myself sleeping on an airport floor.

(Come back tomorrow when we post a new entry from DeVan's trip to Egypt)

 

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