returning to the airport for my flight back home
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We reached the airport by a quarter past noon. There was still time to eat, but John had to go, so we parted farewell by the car and my courteous host went on his way. He had given me a 20 for lunch, but with fast food and pub grub the only cuisine in the terminal, I pocketed the cash went through security hungry. I stripped off my formalwear and put on shorts and sneakers in a restroom before reaching F25. In a chair by my gate, I sat to dig out of my bag and eat my bagel and banana leftover from breakfast along with a couple of fat-free popped corn cakes that I had brought along from home.
Boarding call came early, but I sat still to snack and read until 20 or so minutes shy of departure.
My seat, 13C on another CRJ-200ER, was the worst one possible. It was the isle seat at the back of the cabin between the two engines and an isle-width across from the toilet. Taking off on time at 2:07pm, I noted the seconds with my watch from throttle to air. More than 38 had passed before rubber and runway diverged, nearly four times as long as the turboprop had taken. At altitude, the absence of a recline button proved yet another handicap of my seat. It was an awful way to fly, sitting erect with no pillow, my neck and back in knots, my ears aching from turbine noise, no view from the isle, and my lungs offended by chemical fumes and other smells released each time the door beside me was opened. It seemed that every passenger onboard used the head at least once.