Sat on the very last seat on the plane, but it wasn’t so bad. I did almost knock someone over on my way. God, people are stupid. 
I made my way down the aisle and halted for someone in front of me. No big deal, at least to people with brains. I swear, I am no longer a medallion level flyer, but I know how to use a brain. I am sick of the morons who don’t know how to fly and be polite at the same time. Some moron turned around in the aisle and WHACKED me with his backpack, which stuck out about a meter from his back. See, regular flyers are conscious of their items at all times and made sure not to inadvertently render people unconscious by their own stupidity.
After regaining my balance, I turned around and WHACKED the guy in the backpack, nailing him neatly with the Gordie Howe elbows. I turned back around as he was falling into the seat. He never knew what hit him. I almost laughed. And honestly, had a flight attendant seen it, she probably would have laughed her butt off. Flight attendants hate stupid flyers more than anyone.
But the flight itself was just fine, and despite the “help” from an airport employee, I made it through immigration. He kept insisting I go stand in the “foreign visa on demand” line when I knew that was wrong. After three tries, I finally convinced him I was OK in the “Asean delegates” line, which had no wait.
Unfortunately, the taxi line did. I wound up waiting about 40 minutes to catch a cab, which was rough because even though I had the number 19, they weren’t going in order. The woman next to me had 137 and I saw them hand out 56 and 71 as I was waiting.
When I tried to clarify about how much longer I had to wait, the guy was like “Oh, we’re on one.” Well, I knew that – “one” is one of three Bahasa Indonesian numbers I know, but I had a hard time convincing him since they weren’t going in order, I wasn’t sure when my turn was. 
Fortunately, it was only two more after that, but then my cab driver had NO idea where he was going. Now, sometimes they try to screw you over and drive aimlessly before arriving at your destination, but if they actually make a phone call before you get going to get directions from the boss, you know it’s sincere. 
We came close and I thought he knew where it was, but this being Jakarta, it’s not like you can just cross over. No, you have to drive kilometers out of your way to turn around. So when the guy did that, I didn’t think anything of it.
But no, he wasn’t just trying to get to the other side. He was genuinely lost. I know this because we stopped on the highway and he left to go ask some police officers the way.
And they didn’t know. Sigh. Once again – I had previously given him the exact same landmarks and he ignored me – I told him I needed to go near the Sampornea Strategic building and the World Trade Center. He said, “Oh, World Trade Center?” and I almost strangled him. I mean, I had given him those exact same landmarks an hour earlier, before we’d left the airport.
Still, I made it home, and that’s the big thing. It’s Saturday and I’m off work, so it’s been a nice day to recuperate. Picked up my laundry, got back into the gym (no Grunter this time) and went to the grocery store.
We’ll see how it goes tomorrow at work. It'll be nice to pick up my living allowance. Payday happened while I was gone.
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