134. Hmmmm

The airport.  I hate flying.  I twitch around the terminal in a state of suspended nervousness.  I’m keeping it in check, just.  On the plane, my attention is slightly diverted from my usual hysteria, to the two, highly irritating teenage girls sitting next to me.  I only snap at them when one considers turning her mobile phone on while we’re in the air.  Not bad, for an irritated teacher on a busman’s holiday.