It was a dark and foggy morning... I'm not a writer, but I wanted to start my posting with a classy literature line. Plus, it was foggy on the way to the airport. A couple of observations about flying:
1. You probably have seen people out in public, talking on their cell phones, and having conversations that should probably be saved for private time. I witnessed this the other night when I saw some lady with a Bluetooth headset, arguing with someone on the other end of the line. I don't mean disagreeing, I mean arguing. She was very upset about the "things she needed to get done" and was letting the other person know about it, plus all of us within 8 isles of her. I go to Target to make a purchase, not to listen to marital problems of some random person. Well on a plane, now you have people who decide to make a call as soon as the fasten seat belt light goes off. You hear the ding and its like a race to see who can make the first call. I'm not sure how they made it the whole hour without making a call, but they are making up for lost time now. Of course, all of the conversations start, "We just landed, I'm in (insert city here)." If someone calls me with that, they are getting a "I just sat down, at home" then I'm hanging up. Is landing such an unusual occurrence that they have to call everyone and let them know that they were successful? They didn't actually land the plane. If they did, I'd cut them some slack and they can make that call. You may be thinking, "Maybe they are calling for their ride." Maybe, but why do they then say the city they are in? If I'm picking you up, I better be in the same city.
2. When asked by the flight staff for volunteers to move to the back of the plane because the front is too heavy, you might as well volunteer right away because nobody else is gonna. Plus, you want to be the first so you can pick where you move to instead of getting stuck right next to the bathroom door. I fell into this category and I must tell you that the seat right out of the bathroom was empty for a reason, it smells and it gets way too much activity, not the desired combo. The kids going in and out wasn't as bad as the old guy that went in just before we were going to land, so the flight guy (not sure what to call him) was banging on the door trying to get this guy back to his seat. The old guy opened the door, but he wasn't quite in "open door" dress mode. He could have waited just a smidgen longer to get his pants up all the way. Again, made my seat not so desired.
3. While flying into the Denver airport, don't get too excited when you land and start your taxi to the terminal. In most airport, you land, you taxi for a few minutes, you leave the plane. In Denver, you land, you taxi for 20 minutes, you leave the plane. I've flown there numerous times, and every time, I'm amazed at how long it takes. I think the Denver airport is actually located in Utah, but I can't prove it.
Our flights were good, despite the above, but the lady in front of me kept yelling at her kids. They weren't doing anything wrong, really, but she was yelling as loud as she could. She also decided to show the kids a video on her phone and had the volume turned up as loud as it would go. I couldn't tell what the person was saying it was so distorted, but she didn't have a care in the world that everyone on the whole plane had to listen to it.
Now I'm relaxing in the 70 degree weather, getting ready to head down to the pool to hang out. This pool has been the darkest green I have ever seen for the past three years, but this year, I can see the bottom. I'm still not getting in it, but a better place to sit than years past. Tonight we head to Leo's Mexican Restaurant, right next door to our Red Roof Inn, for dinner. The first year I went there they had the salsa on the table, which I love. After eating it for a minute, I realized that the heat was beginning to build. Now I love hot stuff, but this was pushing my tolerance. We stopped the waiter to ask for some mild, which he informed us we were eating. I told him to be sure he kept the hot away from me, it might just have killed me.
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