right back at it

tuesday evening, i arrived dazed at detroit metro airport. souvenir bloated bags tumbled about the baggage cart and made passing through passport check, duty-claim and agricultural inspections awkward. (evidently the dried beans bought at the graz farmers' market set off a warning flag.) out through the aluminum swinging doors i burst anxious to see a familiar face, but was met with hopeful faces of strangers wanting to see their loved one. tired and disappointed, i wheeled my booty outside and waited for a ride - 5 - 10 - 15 - 20 minutes... a half hour.