Amazingly adorable Japanese 2 year old wearing a sweater vest: DISSSSSSSSNEYLAND!!!!
Man, loud enough so the whole plane turns: REALLY? IS THAT WHERE YOU'RE GOIN'?
Adorable 2 yr old: MICKEEEEY MOUSE!!!!!
They should probably have their own tv show -- perhaps as detective partners.
Man: WHAT DID THE LAB REPORT FIND IN THE CHRYSLER?!
Child: BLLLLLLLOOOOD!!
Man: REALLY? IS THAT WHAT YOU FOUND?!
Child: MICKEEEEEEY MOUSE!!!!
The little one would take his coffee in a sippy cup.
Man, Northwest has us packed in here. Why make a plane that anyone over 5'2", your knees will touch the chair in front of you? Why compress the American space bubble even more when you tilt the chairs back? The lady across the aisle from me is about my height, and is compressed between a lady with chair tilted impossibly back, and a guy with a mouthful of snuf. No offense to all my chewin', seat-reclinin' friends, but I worry for the lady's soul.
I'm tired. Taxi driver named Phillip took me from the hotel to the airport at 4:30 a.m. today. He's originally from NYC, moved after 9/11 (couldn't make a living after the attacks) and ended up loving Philly. Still gets back to NYC to visit family and close taxi-drivin' friends (they take him out for "steak and beer", which sounds pretty awesome), but says New Yorkers are two-faced: they act nice, but will stab you in the back. Says Philadelphians are much nicer. Asked him if he has met people, made friends, etc., and he said he meets a lot of people driving cab, and likes the discussions he has everyday. Being social. He made the trip to the airport lovely (even if I was a blurry, sleepy mess).
Detroit has the airport of the future. Who knew? (and cheap egg breakfasts.. I went for the overpriced Lucky Charms).
Onward.
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