I found a picture on my phone and decided to write about it

           The airport was absolutely disgusting. Hundreds of sweaty Americans were lined up to be shipped off around the world. The funky bodies surrounded me and the rest of my team. "Will this misery ever end?" I questioned. "Maybe it won't be so bad by the food court. Let's go there," Coach Morrell suggested with a hint of sarcasm. 

           We dragged our feet through the endless mob of people. Tourists, business men, and guards littered the pathway. All I wanted was to go home, but my stomach demanded I keep going to McDonald's. "The line's not so bad," I thought, until I noticed how the line wrapped around the room. "Here we go..." muttered Derek. 

           The line moved slower than anything else I'd ever encountered, and I've seen turtles race snails. The only bright side was that I had plenty of time to decide on what I already knew I wanted. This day just wouldn't end.

           "I'll have a number six, please with a water," I grumbled to the employee. He could tell I was one of those customers. "Anything else?" he questioned with way too much enthusiasm.  Derek confidently stepped forward, and proceeded to demand his order. "Number three with a milk."

           Milk? A calcium-building, nutrient-packed beverage with fast food? A grown teenager ordered milk? A grin slid over my face, almost subconsciously. "Did you just order milk?" i interrogated. I started laughing so hard I couldn't decipher his response. After heavy traffic, disgusting tourists, cranky security guards, and an endless headache, I was rewarded. I laughed so hard my ribs hurt. It was a bright light at the end of a long morning. "Hey everyone!" I exclaimed, "Derek got milk!" and we all erupted in laughter, but Derek was laughing the most.