Got on a 18 wheeler
This morning I got on the 18-wheeler for the trip to the airport. The box was sealed (after they shoveled more dry ice into it – was that really necessary!), and then hoisted me onto the truck. We pulled out on schedule. Everyone waved – I'll miss them so much. I know I'll see some of them again in Japan. And my buddy Scott is here taking the trip with me. So we'll have a good time. But how come I can't ride up front? Scott, pass me the chips!
So we're on the road, and I notice we're going up I-95. Scott tells me we're flying out of New York City. Sheeesh – they must not have been able to get a good air fare out of Baltimore.
It's a bit of a long trip, but I try to practice my Japanese. “Otearai wa doko desuka?”
We drive right to JFK airport. I was bummed – I thought I'd have a chance to see the sights! I went into this big warehouse and spent all afternoon getting ready for the trip. I got weighed with all my packing gear (1,340 kg!). Then they put me on a crate, and wrapped plastic and netting around me. I look ridiculous! Then they put me in “cold storage.” Ha Ha – they don't know what cold is!
Scott comes by to say good night. He says they'll be waking me up really early!
