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At the end of her shift, Michiko waited for Hassan, Ashley and Rudy to finish. Slowly but surely the intake room cleared out; all the new passengers were boarded and funneled into the interior of the ship just in time for breakfast.
Michiko’s feet burned. She'd worn comfortable tennis shoes with gel inserts but even they couldn't stand up to nine hours on her feet. She desperately wanted a chair to throw herself into. Her stomach growled and she was hungry, tired, and slightly cranky.
“I don't care what they are serving today,” Michiko said as they walked toward the cafeteria. “I am going to destroy my plate.”
“But if you do that, how are you going to put food on it?” Hassan asked.
“Ha. Ha,” Michiko said. “Don't pick on me right now. I'm hungry.”
“Don't pick on me,” Hassan said. “I
