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A vicar has come to the rescue of a small New Zealand town that has run out of women's underwear... Sometimes these things just write themselves.

I think I've lost my LJ audience

It's been so long since I really interacted. Do I miss clubs? The mirror isn't as kind as it used to be. Am I done? Now what? My satisfaction comes from finishing my work. Schoolwork. Workwork. I think I'm hitting where I don't miss living anymore. Or I'm in shock. I'm feeling old and tired. Am I done? Is this what I look like? Can I even see myself? What do I sound like? Why don't I miss people? What is the work for? Do I want to dance? Is the physical exertion just a delay? Why work? What is important? Why don't I listen to music anymore? Why isn't it ever a good night for the club? Why do I stare at girls?

I was in the El Paso airport. I saw a sign about wireless, so I sat by a plug and booted up the laptop. It turned out the wireless was pay4use, so I powered down and tried to take a nap. Some asshat walked by shouting speaking loudly into his borg headset. I bolted up, and stared at the hole blearily. He looked back, not boastful or apologetic. He was focused on his conversation on the borg. He sat down, then reached behind my ass to plug his laptop into the wall. At first I opted to try and get back to sleep - disappointed he wasn't phased by direct eye contact. He switched calls and continued to talk loudly. He was trying to get a supplier to ship sooner than they said they would. He contacted every rep he could at the supplier, then pushed them to give them contacts at the manufacturer. He called their reps and their plant to push to get the bent pieces of steel provided earlier. I gave up on sleep, unable to push his business out of mine. I stared at him, he just borged his set and worked the laptop. I figured if I was up, not only was I going to work as well, but I might as well use the laptop. I pulled out my dell, and yanked out his cord to plug in my own. He didn't budge. I went over someone else's outline and my notes while he continued to annoy a fleet of people. Mike Miller was his name, from Codac I think. I nearly wrote down his number when he bellowed it. I worked for maybe 30 minutes while he conducted his business loudly on the phone.

He finally wrapped and booted down when his flight began to board. He reached down to unplug his cord, and only then realized he wasn't plugged in. Only then did I realize he didn't know I yanked his plug. He looked at me and said "You pulled out my plug." I looked back and said "Yes, yes I did." He asked why, and I said well...you woke me out shouting, and then reached behind me to plug in without so much as an excuse me, so felt entitled. He said it was free so naturally he went there for his laptop. I shrugged and stared at him. He wandered off. I not-so-secretly wanted him to give me a reason to hit him, though being arrested in El Paso would have extended my stay.

He left, muttering to his friends. A woman followed her blond toddler around the aisles. He fell a lot, but it never phased him. He walked up to everyone, no one minded. He crawled behind the seats. She always was following close by, but didn't stop him. He walked up to the soda machine beside me (that took the other of the 2 plugs) and stared at the picture on the side, saying "Bubbles!" I looked at his mom - "Nice exercise program you've got there." She smiled and agreed, noting "I'm hoping that if he runs it all out here, he'll be tired when we get on the plane." "Ah, now there's a smart plan." I just thought they were adorable, but she was socially responsible too. I said "At least one of you will be tired by then!"