Travel provides great fodder for a blog post—especially when traveling alone.
Of course I prefer traveling with my snuggle partner, but when I do he has my attention. Yesterday I flew from Nashville to Seattle with a two hour layover in Chicago.
While in the Nashville airport I met a nurse who is on the ground floor of a MLM selling facial products. She was very enthusiastic and officered me the opportunity (should this writing thing not work out or should I need extra income) to come on the ground floor too. MLM is the future according to her research. If anyone is interested in being a part of the future, let me know and I’ll give you her contact info as well as that of my sister-in-law who also sells facial and body products.
There was a lot of turbulence on the Nashville to Chicago flight. There was no cabin service and the flight crew remained seated the entire trip. As a former road warrior, I hardly noticed except for the woman sitting next to me who screamed every time the plane dropped. I ended up holding her hand. When we landed there was applause. I guess it was worse than I realized.
Since my gates in Chicago were near each other, I used my layover to take a nice long walk in search of a sit-down restaurant for dinner rather than grab something at any number of fast food options along the way. I ate a salad at a very crowded Harry Caray’s Seventh Inning Stretch.
I was seated at a single table in the back. My table was crowded between two large round tables. I could easily have been a part of either one. Great for character studies.
Three of the five people at the table to my left sent something back. First the opened and poured bottle of wine went back after much discussion and negotiation. The tomatoes on the bruschetta were too warm so it went back—after they’d eaten half of it. One entrée went back because the lady who’d ordered it had tasted the meal of the person next to her and decided she wanted that instead. The server told her it would take about eight minutes. She ordered an appetizer (chicken fingers) and French fries then complained when they came out about the same time as the entrée.
On the other side of me was a table of six—three couples. Several televisions were tuned to pre-Oscar events so their conversations jumped from actors and actresses, to hairstyles and jewelry, to which gowns worked and which ones didn’t. I think maybe a movie or to might have been mentioned. They had a discussion about who said, “They like me, they really like me.” Like I said, I was practically at their table and after several minutes of guessing everyone from Sylvester Stallone to Goldie Hawn I mumbled Sally Field. Almost immediately the person closest to me proclaimed, “Sally Field,” and got the table’s agreement. I don’t know if she thought an angle told her or she had voices in her head, but they moved on to the next topic.
I got so caught up in the conversations the time got away from me and my two hour layover passed in no time. I paid my check, bought a bottle of water, and got back to my gate just as my plane was boarding.
I got snuggled into my seat, made a couple of notes for character ideas in my notebook, and took out my IPad to read. Since they don’t allow electronic devices until after reaching a certain altitude, I did a Sudoku puzzle, and fell asleep. I can’t say the four-hour flight went by quickly—it was completely full and uncomfortable. I can say I’m glad to be at my sister’s. I’ll tell you more about why I’m here on Wednesday. Until then…