Going to Ghana

I am on my way to Ghana. Accra, to be specific. Who knew that Delta flew a daily nonstop to Ghana?
The overwhelming majority of folks on board on black, so I am assuming they are either from Ghana, or they are Ghanian-Americans going home for a vacation. Except for the guy behind me, who is a white boy from New Hampshire and talks in that mellow 'dewd, the sap is running in the maple trees" kind of voice. He is not from NH originally—he migrated there as a hippie. He has told the entire cabin. Thanks for that, Dewd.
We are in a bit of turbulence, and the women in the middle seat across the aisle is singing. She was praying when took off, so I don't think she is a big fan of this flying thing. Of course, after the pilot announced we were #14 in line at JFK I was tempted to pray as well—but I think our requests were a bit different.
I think Ghana is on the GMT line—which means there is only 4 hour difference between DC and Ghana. But I could be wrong. Nonetheless, if this question comes up on Trivial Pursuit, I would bet a wedgie on it.
The guy in front of me started drinking early. Apparently he is a laugh riot, but I need to know some native language to get it. Nonetheless, I have bonded with him, and we are buddies.
My glass case just dropped out of my pocket, and the NHH just picked it up. I retract any condescending inference that I may have made previously. NHH's are polite.
Meanwhile, I did not charge my Nano. No music for me. And my Sicko DVD that I bought in Afghanistan for a buck seems not to work on my computer. Dammit, who knew it was bootleg? And of course, while all international airlines switched to seatback video years ago, and many have video-on-request, Delta only has an overhead movie that ran out 30 minutes ago and has not been replaced. It had Steve Carrell's girlfriend/boss from the Office, and one of the 'Friends' guys. Boy, did it suck.
Oh ya, on another topic, I want to thank CVS for finally filling my malaria prescription after only 4 phone calls, and a final visit on my way to the airport. And a shout-out to Dr. Waterman for throwing in a prescription for diarrhea (which I have never needed, but it is always good to be safe). I also want to kill CVS for calling me on the tarmac at JFK to tell me they had my Ambien prescription. Nice, boys. My only chance of catching a wink of sleep (or having Ambien sex with a flight attendant, just like by boy Tiger) is gone. Note to world: the CVS pharmacy on M Street SW sucks beyond belief. They are incompetent and they have an attitude. Think Air France for your pharmaceutical needs. (By the way, instead of the old 'I wanna be like Mike' Gatorade did a "I wanna be like Tiger', the internet would crash. But no one admits it. Except me, the lonely voice of everyman.
If that woman doesn't stop singing, I am going to start praying. Jeez lady, the worst of the bumps are over—it looks like we are going to live through this.