At the airport!!

So. Successfully arrived at the airport.. I have seat "c" on both planes.. Which, I believe... Is an aisle seat... Which will allow me to pee whenever I please but have a kink in my neck from my head drooping as I sleep, for a minimum of two days. 

Guess what I'm eating..! Tuna fish. Shocking. Hope it lasts un-refrigerated for two or so hours.. Fingers crossie!!

--in Canada. Oh.. The lady I asked for directions thought I was going to London, Ontario. No. No. No. 

Absolutely. In no way. Do I want to be in Canada. It's 7:56pm. They started boarding at 7:40. It takes one hour to board. I am waiting in a forever line to re go through security for Canada. If I make my flight.. That's be nice. Currently, trying to calm

down... 

Ya ... That's the line. Enough said. -_-

Update: asked a security lady what my chances were getting thru the line in 40 minutes. After repeated auditory language difficulties.. I guess I didn't sag 'aye' enough... She told me "you are in a very bad situation.."

Then pushed me to the front of the line. And told me to RUN once I got through..

Oh, ya.. I must of left my gold medal in track at home. Along with my lungs. Canadian airport is 8000000 times bigger than Cleveland Hopkins. Resulting in a winded, red faced Maggie... 

No.. My gate wouldn't be listed... That'd be silly.. Yes, the departure time states 8:40... Oh but, here in Canada we don't so.. Am/pm. So I'm starring dumbfounded at the screen.. Trying to remember if I as or subtract 10 ..Or 12 to get my time?!!! 

I continue to run... Still panting.. Come to a pilot.. Ask him what 8:40 is in military time.. He's not American. He has an accent. He looks at ME like I grew a third head... He says "What time is war time?!" 

Uhh... So I try to explain that my ticket says 8:40 PM.. Which means night time.. And uhm.. What time is it... He goes in Canadian time? Hell if I know what Canadians use! But I would assume they understand what the board says.. so.. I go... Uhm.. No, in ... American time? (At this point I realize I have lived up to my ignorant stereotype... But I don't care. I'm late. The stuardess understand and tells me 20:40... 

Currently, still panting. Standing in a long boarding line.. But I'm here. That's all that matters.