This probably pushes the edge of being reasonable. I’m in my van shuttle finishing the last leg of the trip to the desert. After listening to and reading about all I could take I remembered with my phone I can do this on the fly. Live reporting or reporting live if you will.
The flight
I was triple screened by the good folks of the TSA. I packed my brace and the gal finally told me it looked like a bizarre tool on film. Moving on to the flight…I sat next to a young gal; my perfect seatmate (for a stranger). I find they don’t talk much, if at all, to me. I figure it’s a self protection thing and works well for me as I’m not a big talker to seatstrangers. I had a pile of reading and music and was overtired. Perfect. Except for the two fellas just up and over who were on their way to four days of NCAAs in Vegas. They had a drink in hand the minute it was available and didn’t stop until they were cutoff. That alone was ok, what wore on me was their incessant come-ons to the gal directly in front of me. They even bought her a couple drinks to set the mood. And they probably called out for Roe, our attendant a dozen times. Loudly. Roe displayed remarkable charm in keeping them in check. Real patience that Roe. The midsection of the plane can tell you all about the six guys going, how much they’ll wager, where they’re staying and a host of other trip details they couldn’t toss out quickly enough to Sarah, their intended.
Reporting live from the 12 person shuttle van….
Reading more
Talking less
AniMal