truly great in my world! The blonde looked to be about 35 and the brunette 40-ish. Then it dawned on me that this leg of my flight was only 30 minutes to Atlanta. I hung my head like Charlie Brown. “Rats!” There was nobody in any
of the three seats up front. I took the window seat, and chilled while the hot stew- ardesses - I mean,flight atten- dants - raced to take drink orders and pass out peanuts and pretzels and turn right around and pick up the trash in the space of 20 minutes after takeoff and before landing. I enjoying a nice orange juice and it truly seemed that the mo- ment we were airborne we began our decent into Atlanta. The layover in Atlanta was 90 minutes.
Craig and Belinda’s cool cat, Tiggy, whom I promised a picture in the maga- zine. (Photo by Buffalo).
There was a Starbucks right in the terminal (imagine that) so I decided to have myself a cappuccino. The line was endless, but I had nothing better to do, so... a few minutes later, the Starbucks babe called out “Buffalo!” Once again, I was in the “A” boarding
group, and once again I grabbed the first row isle seat. (On the 90 minute flight I wanted to have easy access to the lavatory. Hey, I’m in my 50’s!) A well-mannered teenager sat in the window seat, making the center seat open. I love to stretch out, so I kept hoping no one would sit there. The flight attendant in- formed us that every seat was sold, so I knew someone would be sitting there, but I still held onto my hope. Guess what? The last pas- senger was onboard and the seat was empty. I was golden. Well, until this young woman came flying in just as they were closing the door.
Now, this lady was a gorgeous Mexican
girl with a broad smile and an outgoing per- sonality.I thought she might be a model. She
sat down beside me and we started talking and didn’t stop until we landed at Reagan in DC. Actually, after that. She told me about her home in Cancun, and I learned that she speaks several languages. I told her I was still trying to master one language. She laughed. I had a captive audience and kept her laughing. The reason she was late boarding was
she had sat her cell phone down at check in and forgot it, so she had to talk to the authori- ties. They found it, but she didn’t have time to get back to check in before the plane took off. They took her address and said they would overnight the cell phone to her. She asked if she could use my cell at the airport to coordi- nate with the person picking her up. Of course, I said. We talked about her strong accent and
she told me about her “cot,” which took me a solid minute to decipherer as “cat.” I really enjoyed chatting with her and we had a lot of laughs. After she called her ride, she gave me a hug, and I was off to meet Craig who was picking me up. Funny how we meet people, have these conversations, and never see them
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