I was going to post this yesterday from the scene of the crime but my phone isn't always so internet friendly.
Random thoughts from the Denver airport:
A guy asked if he could get in front of me at security because his flight was "in ten minutes." I let him. Good karma for me.
At the security gate. A family of four gets into a spirited discussion about which kid is going to sit with which parent. They hold up the line. I interrupt said spirited discussion to inform them of this and step in front of them to get through security. Bad karma for me.
Lots of barking dogs.
Lots of crying babies.
A lesbian couple with the exact same haircut. I wonder if they have the same hairdresser. Did they possibly meet there?
A guy is rocking out to his iPhone and loudly singing along but no real words, just random noises. I sure hope I don't have to sit near him on the plane.
Random thoughts during the flight:
An overweight woman across the aisle reaches up and turns up the air. It blasts her shirt open for everyone to see. I'm sorry I looked.
The guy rocking out to his iPhone and loudly singing along without using words but instead using random noises is sitting directly across the aisle from me. He's gotten louder. I decide to give the world a Christmas present and don't deal on him.
Two rows behind me, two gentlemen decide their conversation on the history of Israel is so interesting that the whole plane should hear it. I put on my iPod.
I try to doze to Coltrane, Miles, and Mingus. I'm utterly amazed at the truly horrendous audio quality of iPods and .mp3 files.
The flight into LAX is one of the bumpiest I've ever been on - even more so than going into Atlanta. I look out the window and see the brown smog. In a first for me, I reach for the doggy bag. There isn't one.
I see the Hollywood sign.
I really wish there was a doggy bag.