Chapter 10 First Time

• Rubbing my eyes, I looked up at the carousel with my flight information on it. I was already holding my hard case with my bionic arm in it. I found out it was much easier to carry on my arm than it was to wear it in the airport. Most of the time they made you break it apart anyways to look at it and they can’t wand it because it’s full metal and so it’s just better that it goes through the machine like an instrument. It was a pain to be one handed, but usually airport staff were nice enough to help.
• There are always exceptions to that, and New York is one of them. It was absolute chaos trying to get through this airport. Finally, one of my fellow passengers, a doctor out for a conference, was nice enough to help me when I needed it. I knew I would be going from the airport to my hotel, then directly to the office because the flight landed on time but took an extra twenty minutes to get unloaded. Sighing, I set my arm down between my legs and leaned over, eyeing my bag. Quickly grabbing it, I hefted it up like one of the bags of flour and easily pulled it back. I didn’t have much in it, but it was enough in case something happened and I needed to stay an extra day.
• Attaching my hard case to the suitcase, I rolled it out onto the departures area, trying to flag down a taxi. Luckily, one pulled up in front of me. I smiled and the driver got out, lifting up my suitcase into the trunk. When he went to grab my hard case, I shook my head.