I've arrived in Vegas, only a couple hours behind schedule. Got my rental car-- a behemoth Charger since they were out of everything else, and drove away from the lot only to find that it was on empty. Blah. They took care of it quite nicely, but I could have invested that time in something else and been happier.
Why do people come up to me and ask, "What color is your hair?" You have two eye, and you can see quite well what color it is. When I say fuchsia, people look at me like I'm speaking a foreign language.
Addition to the earlier rant: people who are in the last boarding group but swarm the line as soon as the first people are called. Why block the way for everyone else? I'm thinking seriously of writing that book.
The sun is starting to come up... must be Vegas bedtime.
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