I browse the menu at the little breakfast bar in the terminal.  All overpriced and none of it edible.  I walk to a subway and stop at the stairs.<br/>'Bad idea.' I think to myself as I grab a taxi.<br/>"Closest Denny's, please."<br/>We start down the busy street.  I watch as the meter keeps increasing in price. I see it reach ten dollars and I check my wallet.  Denny's in sight, I yell up at the cabby over indian music, "Here is fine."<br/>He pulls over and I pay him.  I turn around to see a young girl in a school uniform bounce off of a man leaving Starbucks. I pause, suddenly held in place, watching the incident.