Friday, April 20, 2012
At the feast of ego, everyone leaves hungry.
I am HOME!
The trip was noteworthy for its lack of note. First, I didn't get lost on the way to the airport. I've made that drive from G.R. to DTW three times and the first two times I made the same mistake, foolishly following the freeway signs to Detroit when I should have taken the course marked "Toledo."
When I went to the check-in kiosk the boarding pass it spit out said, "gate agent assigns seat." I asked a Delta lady nearby and learned the flight was sold out. Add those two together and I plan to be sitting in the middle seat, last row. The gate agent gave me a new boarding pass, and to my great surprise I got seat 24C, an aisle seat on an exit row. Score! Apparently, if people who print out boarding passes from home don't pay the extra $$ for a premium seat those seats are left vacant for the gate agent to fill.
The couple seated to my left was about my age, and I've got $10 that says they've been married for less than a month. I haven't seen that kind of pawing since... I can't remember when. And her giggling?! Seriously?
Simply awesome.
I have a substantial amount of work to get done tomorrow and the neighbors are hosting their annual taco party in the evening. (These are the neighbors who talk to us.) So I'm going to re-fill my glass of lemonade and get back to work making the Keynote slides for my lesson. I'm not sure if I should go to bed on MI time or AZ time - a 3-hour variance. Maybe I'll split the difference.
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That picture appears to have been taken in Seattle on 5th Avenue.
I didn't notice that, but I agree. Monorail up top. Too bad we don't have CSI to "blow up that license plate" so we could see what state it is.
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