Pink Soap

Talking on a cell phone in the bathroom. The only appropriate time to do this is in a very loud bar and it’s -50 F, or a hurricane is raging outside. It’s gross, it’s rude, and just don’t do it sans alcohol, otherwise I’m going to throw pink soap on you.

Flew to Montana for a few days. Really had a great trip despite the fact that I had to suffer through a longer, more expensive flight than to London. I live in this country, yet my mail apparently is still delivered via pony express, and travel, at it’s best (by that I mean coach, not that first class exists on flights to Montana, it doesn’t. I was bumped up once, but the planes are too small for first class!), a weary traveler arrives merely 30 min late, one scrumptious meal of exactly 4 pretzels, more than 8 hours of flight and a mad 15 min dash from one end of the Salt Lake terminal to the other on your transfer.

At it’s worst, overnight delays, no pretzels, turbulence, one or two good scares, crammed next to a very large passenger, and running out of money to buy another glass of mind-calming red wine, because if you don’t you may need to be forcibly restrained.

Once landed safely, however, I’m usually in a better mood….that is until I have to get my luggage, more later…