Travelin’
Backdated. Sorry.
Flew home for Christmas (yay!), it was a very good flight. Two of them, actually. Volunteered to get bumped on the second leg of the flight, when they started offering a free RT ticket. Next plane was only 2 hours later, too, so at a conservative estimate of $350 for a RT ticket at times I’m likely to fly, that’s 175 an hour. Somewhat sad that the “best” work I’ve ever done in my life (so far…) was sitting in the Charlotte airport reading a book and playing Space Traders on my palm pilot. And yet, I’m hardly complaining. 
Edit: The other thing I forgot to mention is the amazingly loud man I saw. Heard, too. I don’t know if he was actually being loud, or if he just had an amazingly penetrating voice… he was talking on his cell phone, sitting at the next “cluster” of seats in the airport (so probably at least 10 yards away, well beyond what I would’ve expected to hear him at), and I could hear him about as well as if he were sitting right next to me, talking to me instead. Did he not realize that a phone has amplifiers and such? that his voice does not actually have to cross the distance as sound waves? Watch him turn out to be a senior engineer for Motorola or something. Plus he said “par-tay”, which I absolutely despise. He said it with the quote marks, too, as though he knew just how affected and desperately-but-not-quite-with-it he sounded.
So, if you’re reading this, and you were in Charlotte airport at gate C17 on the afternoon of the 20th… you looked like you were from Boston or maybe Maryland, and you were talking on the cell phone to your daughter(?)… Please, for the love of God, don’t say “par-tay” again. Ever. Just don’t. (The rest of you should drop it, too, unless you really want to sound like a late-show host or something.)
