I sorta figgered that was the story. I can certainly relate. Sometimes the best part about a vexation is the whining rights it confers around here.
“Amusing” would totally be my word for it. Physically inconsequential (thanks to modern miracles) and involves childish fun with pooooo–oo–oo–oooping!!1!!1. Let your inner 4yo run wild with it! And you get pix of your innards when it’s done. How cool is that?!?
Aaaand the bastids got me. Off to irk. Sigh.
Was having brunch at a Mom’n’Pop café near the beach with Her Ladyship when the Dreaded Phone Call arrived. She was enjoying her breakfast tacos and mimosas while I was munching a patty melt with too much ketchup and too many onions (AKA almost enough of both), a salad, and a coffee.
We finished our meal in the normal pace then walked home in the noontime heat & blazing sun. She’s wilting; I’m exulting. Once home she collapses in her chair to cool off & I mop out my pits, change clothes, freezing in the blasting HVAC while half-dressed, prep my toys, and leave. Don’t quite have the reaction time to take the train, so forced to drive. And to pay for parking. Oh bother.
The parking apps for the parking lots I use foretold a near capacity crowd, so I was a bit worried about parking. Rain between home and MIA portended a slow commute despite the lighter Sun afternoon traffic. So I left a bit earlier than I might otherwise, to forestall a problem. In the event, both proved speedy and painless. Si I had an extra ~30 minutes to kill at the gate in addition to all the time wasting inherent in the job.
Today is easy, just ride up to Cincinnati = CVG. I’m sitting in the back awaiting departure as I write. I have no idea what went wrong, but I’ll be meeting my FO up there. He was in the middle of 4 days of work and was shanghaied somehow to end riding there too from someplace else. It’ll be “fun” to compare notes on how that happened. Anyhow, we’ll be together for real work all day Mon & early Tue then quit and go home noonish on Tue. I might meet him tonight, or might not until it’s time to leave the hotel together tomorrow around sunrise.
I had the good fortune to get a good seat: bulkhead window. Only thing better is bulkhead aisle or first/business class. Even seats this good rarely happen when the reservation is made < 4 hours before departure. Crappy seat assignments are one of the sad side effects of being the crew-janitor sweeping up the pieces of other folks’ shattered work schedules. Oh well.
A ~35yo woman who is totally the now-grown up Girl from Ipanema is sitting next to me while falling out of her jungle print very short romper. I saw her with a guy in the terminal, but he’s seated elsewhere. Sux to be him, at least for this ~2 hours. I’m gonna bet the rest of his life is going very nicely. Lotta sighing and samba-ing while she goes by. Or hangs around. Or sits. Or …
I didn’t realize this before I lived down here, but I now think Brazilians are probably the most attractive humans of either gender. A really great mix of many of the various flavors humans come in.