Flight is delayed in D.C., so I broke down and bought some Internet to make it through the wait. And OH MY GOD, I am back in America. Everything feels weird. I heard a southern accent. All items cost about R5,000 and I’m “You seriously want me to pay 34 RAND FOR AN ORANGE JUICE?” like a kvetchy old lady, not realizing yet that four bucks for Naked Juice at an airport in Washington is actually kind of reasonable. People are driving on the right side of the road. There’s no Xhosa in the terminal, no Sepedi, no Afrikaans. It’s complete chaos.
And holy shit, I have a lot of Hulu to catch up on. PAM AND JIM ARE HAVING A BABY?!
