Shortly after I got the voucher in hand, I asked a different associate for a map of where the airline flies. She gave it to me and said “you know…we’re probably going to expand our destinations in a few months and may even include a destination that’s over water”. I asked, “A certain Hawaiian destination?” and she smiled and gave me a knowing nod. Now for backstory for those of you who don’t know why that’s such a super-bonus: GirlDale is going to be moving to Hawaii in the winter. I have been talking a pretty big game about how I am going to go visit her when she gets settled in, but tickets are almost a thousand dollars. But maybe price won't have to be an issue...
Not quite sure what to do, I went to the smoking lounge for a cigarette and found a USA Today Weekend section from Friday lying around, so I read it, then I sat at the gate and stared out the window for a while. Then the flight got delayed to nine, so I decided it was time to start drinking.
I bellied up to the nearest bar (not the smoking one, stupid me) and ordered a beer. The accountant from Maryland at the bar struck up a conversation with me about how the baggage-throwers at the Myrtle Beach airport dropped his bag that just so happened to have a bottle of Absolut in it, shattering the bottle and soaking not only his bag with vodka but all of the other bags they dropped in that same spot. Another guy who got bumped off the same flight as me and the accountant came by and told us how he and his family started reading Lord of the Rings ( * ) and how he was so enthralled in it that he’d rather go read it than talk to us. Three beers and a healthy buzz later, it was time to board.
I took my seat and moments later a small high-school-age-looking girl took the aisle seat beside me, folded her arms across her chest and fell right asleep. After the beverages were served, she woke up and started telling me about how she’s actually a college graduate and works as a lobbyist for the anti-Canadian timber importing group or something like that and we chatted for a while about college and how easy it was for her to pick up a double major in communications. She told me that she had spent the weekend in the hospital where her boyfriend’s grandmother was dying of a stroke. The grandmother was 98-years-old, hadn’t lost a bit of her mind, but she was mostly blind and almost deaf, so as sad as it was to see her go, she hadn’t been cheated out of life at all and it was pretty much just her time. The uplifting part of that was the grandmother’s final words were a crack about how dumb her grandson’s girlfriend is. Atta girl. Go out swinging.
I’m not usually one for long chronicling tales of my day-to-day existence, but it was a good weekend. And tomorrow is the “Offsite Interactive Meeting”, so I’m sure I’ll have something to talk about on Wednesday.