Just got back from the airport with a safe, reasonably sane, and apparently healthy houseguest. I haven't seen him in person for six years, and there's no way it makes sense that it's been this long, but he's taking a little holiday, at long last. We'd really have both figured, when we last saw each other, that we'd meet up again in the Western Hemisphere, most likely, but then one thing lead to another and here we are. I should've predicted his bags would be on belt 17, since that's what they always are for me, and they were this time too.
I set out for the airport fairly early, figuring I could take the pretty cheap MRT even if it took twice as long as a taxi would. I managed only slight awkwardness by pressing in front of a couple kids who were crowded around the doors as we approached the interchange to switch to the airport extension. Several apologized for having blocked my way; it turned out they were going to the airport too.
I ate a late lunch, since I figured I could eat something at the airport food courts -- not appreciably more expensive than those anywhere else on the island -- and found that I got there just after the Popeye's Fried Chicken, the only Popeye's in Asia, closed. This is the place that's always playing video CDs of the 1978 cartoon series. Go figure. So I went downstairs and got two ``special pies,'' basically a sort of mushroom pot pie, and a Coke Light. That's not interesting, but it seems like it would be.
Trivia: The weekly payroll for the Fleischer cartoon studios while making Gulliver's Travels was about US$18,000. Source: The Fleischer Story, Leslie Cabarga.
Currently Reading: Planet Quest: The Epic Discovery of Alien Solar Systems, Ken Croswell.