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I'm in Los Angeles now. We got in late due to my flight and the late night snack we had after it. I'm still on east cost time though, so even though the click says 8:16 it feels three hours later. As a result I am awake and eager for breakfast, but I will let Tyler who is on west coast time sleep in a little first. We are going to see the dusty old fossils today.
On the first southwest leg last night between BWI and PHX I got stuck next to two sales people. I have nothing against the usual punching bags sales people and lawyers (though I reserve the right to detest investment bankers), in fact I think that the sales people at NetCon are the true hero's of the company right after the HR department. The two sales folk I was sitting by weren't NetCon[1], in fact they didn't even know each other before the flight, but they are clearly kindred spirits. He talked about the circles in Kansas and his business selling breast pumps. She gave him her resume and kept saying things like “oh that is so you”. I am happy they had a pleasant five hours of chatting on what would have been an otherwise boring flight for them. Unfortunately I found their inane chatter repulsive and irritating. My noise cancellation headphones were great at filtering out the engine noise and allowed me to take a couple of naps, but it also made it that much easier to hear what they were saying.
When I got to PHX, an old friend of mine from the Hudson Valley emailed to say that he also had a layover in PHX that day and to call him if we were going to coincide, but his departure was before my arrival so we didn't cross paths. He knew that I was going to be at PHX because I had been live tweeting my layovers. Southwest doesn't have enough aircraft with wifi so my “brilliant” musings were grounded.
The BWI to PHX flight was over sold, but PHX to LAX was undersold, so I an aisle seat third from the front with no one in the middle seat. The guy in the window seat was clearly an amateur. They had trouble with the jet bridge and I was thinking in my head of the Top Gun music as an ironic theme for the guy who couldn't even get the jet bridge to align with the 737. No checked bags so I was at the curb in no time once they did get the bridge out and the door open. Tyler was a little delayed by construction.
I don't know what I did different, but I felt really relaxed by the time I got to LAX. Usually when I fly I get angry at all the amateur flies and turn into the hulk, destroying everything in my path, but not yesterday.
