|Today was a travel day - once I worked for five hours in the office that is....
Greetings from somewhere over the Arizona dessert. We just flew over Phoenix. I’ll post this when I land in San Diego, but figured I could kill some time blogging on the flight. Southwest Airlines has already done me a HUGE favor. When I changed planes in Nashville, I was patiently waiting in the “B” Line talking to Toby Keith’s producer (seriously!), when they called my name on the airport paging system and asked me to return to my old gate. Confused, I went back and the flight attendant asked me if I’d left anything on the plane. “Not that I recall, no. Oh, there was a magazine I brought on board with me, but I finished reading it and left it for someone else to read”
“You didn’t leave an iPod?”
“Is it a black Nano in a leather case?”
“Yep – thanks for identifying it – here you go”, as she hands me my only source of entertainment this week.
“How’d you know it was mine?” I asked.
“I turned it on, and it said ‘Welcome to Broadsheet’s iPod’, and when I checked the manifest, you were the only Broadsheet on the flight”.
Awfully nice of them to take the time and effort – don’t you think? I still had to buy a wrap sandwich and a bottle of water in the concourse to take on the flight, since even a five hour flight doesn’t get you more than peanuts and cookies anymore, but at least I can blog and listen to the Dixie Chicks, Gnarles Barkley, Imogene Heap, and Regina Spektor.
Good thing too, because in addition to not serving food anymore, this is the first cross country flight I can remember that they haven’t shown a movie. I may borrow the DVD from the guy across from he, he’s watching the latest James Bond movie on his laptop and I haven’t seen it yet.I didn’t tell Toby Keith’s producer about the Dixie Chicks – I don’t think he’d appreciate it very much.