Three thirty flight. Didn't check departure terminal. Web site said A was for Continental Express . It is now two fifteen. Marcia lets me off at curb of Newark airport . Walk in and see line for check-in is all through the maze and down the corridor. Can't find self-service check-in kiosk. Gotta go to the bathroom BAD. Sign points downstairs. Can't think straight with full bladder. Ride down escalator and follow signs. Bathroom is farther away than expected. Go back upstairs at different escalator and see self-service check in. Get my boarding pass. Says "Gate C136." That's Terminal C. Yikes. Confirm with flight attendant. "Go downstairs to AirTrain and take it to Terminal C," she says. Of course I'm at wrong terminal. Two-thirty. Up the escalator with suitcase. Wait five minutes. AirTrain arrives. Get on with a chatty woman. "Don't your feet get cold wearing those shoes without socks?" she says to the young man with gray deck shoes...
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