Flying

Well I ended up in Orlando after all.

This morning I was called for an Orlando trip with a 17 hour layover. So here I am, sitting in a La Quinta, so close to the Tower of Terror that I can hear the screams, and yet so far. Speaking of hotels and screams, saw the movie 1408 the other day with my family and now these hotel walls do seem to be closing in on me...thanks, Sterling.

Since we're on the topic of screams... Newark to Orlando flights are filled with screeching children. Not to mention the elderly couples heading south to their winter homes on the sunny beaches. Elderly couples who like to order three drinks at a time: coffee, water and orange juice. And then, when you finally hand them over, like to complain about the three drinks that you've served them. Elderly couples who like to complain about the tight seats and small bathrooms as if you were the engineer. Complain about the turbulence and want to know why I can't just head on up to the flight deck and request to fly over the bumps. Complain about the inflight movie and how the headphone speakers aren't high enough. And then, when it's all grumbled and done, and you've delivered their canes and four carry-on bags, they pass by you with a sweet smile and pinch on the cheek and thank you for the absolutely wonderful trip you provided them. And you can't help but smile and wave back after them, hoping you're just as much a spitfire as they are someday.

Coming to Boerne Wednesday and Thursday! Can't wait!