It may be 25 degrees Centigrade in Guatemala but it is 35 degrees Fahrenheit in Atlanta! I have an overnight layover here and so take the rail service from my gate in Concourse E to the exit. I am pleased to hear the disembodied voice announce: Concourse D - D for David. But then we pass through C for Charlie, B for Bravo and A for Alpha and I feel like I am in an American military sitcom. I have to stand outside shivering waiting for the shuttle to my hotel. It finally arrives and fills with people whose plane was delayed coming in from the Domincan Republic. They have a free voucher because they missed their connecting flights. They talk about their golf games, the food they ate and check their smart phones for messages. My room is cold and sterile but adequate. Up at 6 and here I sit waiting for the next plane. The intercom keeps reporting " an emergency in the building". And what am I supposed to do with that information?
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