Welcome home! My plane finally landed in Cleveland and I had no idea that I had so much energy to walk out the plane door and get my suitcases. I was so excited after spending time on the plane just eating, sleeping, then eating again, sleeping, stopping at JFK to change planes, and I slept again after pressing my ass against my seat, then a flight attendant offered me to eat, but I refused because I was still very full from the previous flight. I asked the flight attendant for orange juice before landing. And then I arrived in Cleveland. I arrived exactly at twelve o'clock. Airports are quieter and I feel like I have the whole airport to myself. A porter approached me as I was about to walk to the baggage claim. I don't think there's anything wrong with using his services. This man needs money, and I need someone to carry my suitcases.
"The white and pink suitcase, please. Thank You."
