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hel_ana1) There's a woman with a booth on the concourse who does chair massages. Twenty minutes=happy Adrienne
2) The Godiva chocolatier has chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate cups filled with berries and drizzled with more chocolate
These two things more than make up for the need to pay for wifi. I swear that if there was a hairdresser in the concourse where I could go to get my hair washed and styled, I wouldn't be going home today.
I snoozed on the plane, after getting a bit of reading in. There was no-one in the middle seat beside me, which was very nice. I also got my favourite seat: Southwest has, on the right side of the plane, two over-wing exit rows, because the row right beside the over-wing exit doesn't have a seat directly beside the door. I try, when possible, to sit in the window seat directly behind that missing seat, because that way I get extra legroom.
I was also thinking thinky thoughts, which I may even commit to pixels at some point, but we'll see.
And as I was sitting down at Gate A10 in Baltimore to wait for my flight to Buffalo, this large older man sits down behind me, talking on his phone. He was objecting to the naming of the kids of an acquaintance. And I hear "who would name their kid Xander? What do they call him, Xandy?" A good reminder about cultural frames of reference, at any rate.
2) The Godiva chocolatier has chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate cups filled with berries and drizzled with more chocolate
These two things more than make up for the need to pay for wifi. I swear that if there was a hairdresser in the concourse where I could go to get my hair washed and styled, I wouldn't be going home today.
I snoozed on the plane, after getting a bit of reading in. There was no-one in the middle seat beside me, which was very nice. I also got my favourite seat: Southwest has, on the right side of the plane, two over-wing exit rows, because the row right beside the over-wing exit doesn't have a seat directly beside the door. I try, when possible, to sit in the window seat directly behind that missing seat, because that way I get extra legroom.
I was also thinking thinky thoughts, which I may even commit to pixels at some point, but we'll see.
And as I was sitting down at Gate A10 in Baltimore to wait for my flight to Buffalo, this large older man sits down behind me, talking on his phone. He was objecting to the naming of the kids of an acquaintance. And I hear "who would name their kid Xander? What do they call him, Xandy?" A good reminder about cultural frames of reference, at any rate.
