Final San Francisco Post

Back in crumby ol’ New Hampshire. My last day of SF, I walked around Haight-Ashbury for a while, had breakfast over there (the last meal I ate for well over a day, thank you very much crappy airport food), and then hopped the BART over to Oakland Airport. I will now describe my flight back. Loud teeny-boppers, screaming baby, plane is late, stupid racist, irony, middle school field trip, kicking my seat, wow, she snores really loud, missed the bus (because the plane was late), SLOWEST BUS DRIVER EVER, no parking in Plymouth (even though it was 10am on a Monday!!), coffee, HUB, grocery shopping, BEST LUNCH EVER (boy was I hungry), BEST SHOWER EVER (I was stinky!). Then, I sat around and did nothing, until I went to bed. The end.