On the road
Right now, I’m sitting in Houston airport waiting for the next plane to Fort Lauderdale. For the next month or so, I’ll be there, helping to training the next generation of our department. I was supposed to fly in last night, but due to rotten traffic, got to the airport too late (actually, if I didn’t have to check in baggage it would have been no probalo.)
Maybe I’ll get lucky like a few months ago: get to sit next to a cute girl, trade phone numbers, and nothing happens after that.
Bobby Fischer died yesterday. He was a great chess player–the greatest American player ever for sure–and sorta nutty. A lot of the other chess bloggers I’m sure are talking about it, so I won’t dwell much longer on it. So that’s that.
How bad was the TSA line?
Comment by Allen | 18 January 2008
have a safe trip. i hope you get to sit next to the girl, not the sweaty guy whose stomach creeps over your armrest onto you with the kicking kid in the seat behind you…
Comment by chessloser | 18 January 2008
“and nothing happens after that”… that’s funny shit
Comment by drunknknite | 18 January 2008
how cute was she?
Comment by Blunderprone | 18 January 2008
Damn! Fort Lauderdale in winter. Life’s a beach!
Comment by Polly | 18 January 2008
oh wow. a MONTH?
This time, actually CALL the girl after exchanging numbers. Then something will happen.
An IQ of 160 and yet how lacking in schooling he is. Ay, chihuahua.
Comment by annie | 18 January 2008
Fort Lauderdale? Sweet…
I fly a lot, and it’s happened more than once that I see a cute chick walking down the aisle while boarding the plane, and I’m thinking, please please please let her sit next to me… but it never happens. It’s always the sweaty 250 pound guy or screaming little toddlers.
Comment by Chessaholic | 18 January 2008
I think Donnie’s lying. Either the girl wasn’t cute or she slapped him in the face as soon as he said “Hi.”
Comment by The Mascot | 18 January 2008
I once got stuck on a 14 hour flight to China with a loogie-hawker a few rows up. Damn, I needed me some Patron. Instead I jammed in earplugs as far as they would go and tried to sleep.
Mascot, don’t hate. Remember Donnie employed you when no one else would.
Comment by annie | 19 January 2008
@Allen: It was about as bad as I’ve seen it (this is about 6:30 am). It’s bizarre; whenever I go, there’s one leg that’s really bad timewise, and everything else is smooth. Today it was security, yesterday it was highway traffic, another time it was traffic w/in 1 mile of IAH.
@chessloser: Hope will have to be reserved for the return trip. I sat between a man in his 40’s and one in his 70’s. Fortunately, they had no fat spilling over.
@Drunknknite: Yes, it is. I hope next time isn’t quite as funny.
@Blunderprone: Maybe…7.5/10? Good-looking enough to be worth looking over multiple times, but not over-awing.
@Polly: Actually, I like the cold.
@Annie: I actually did end up calling, but it was well after the pregnant moment (so to speak).
@Chessaholic: Now would you actually TALK to the cute girl? ‘Cause if not, then maybe she’s more useful elsewhere on the plane.
@Mascot: Har har.
@Annie: Oh, man! It’s not like you could sleep for straight hours even if you were successfull.
And thanks for the back up; I still don’t think the Mascot could get that gig with Malt-O-Meal.
Comment by Donnie | 19 January 2008