Ramblin' Man

I got back late last night from another plane trip. That is three in three weeks. I feel like I am back at the old job, travelling four nights a week and flying some 100+ plane trips a year. Yep, you do the math.

I saw the usual assholes that seem to congregate in plane terminals these days. There was that one guy. You know him, mid-thirties, little dick/big watch type. He had on his flippity-flops and a visor. Of course, he had his shades propped up on the visor, you never know when the light will become uncommonly bright in the Charlotte-Douglass airport. Be, be , be prepared I always say. This guy was talking in that "I am really important voice" on his cellphone. He wanted everyone to know that even though he was dressed casual (visor and all) he was still on top of business.

In case we did not notice him, he walked up in down the terminal in front of the gates. He was mindlessly wandering up and down the walkway, stopping at random to to turn around, weaving slowly right and left. He was oblivious that other people might actually be trying to get to their flights or to baggage claim or just home. This dirtbag did not care that he stepped in front of golf carts, that he cut off old people. He walked right in front of strollers and travelers of all stripes. He was important, he was on the cell phone, he was probably named Joshua or David. Visor Guy did his "look at me" dance for about 15 minutes before deciding others in the airport needed to see how important he was. You will likely see him if you go to the mall this weekend. Kick him in the nuts for me...

An elderly guy sat next to me. He seemed flustered. He said he was coming in from Paris and his flight had been delayed. He asked me if he could borrow my cell phone to call his wife so she would not be worried when he did not arrive in Kansas City on time. I said sure. I showed him how to dial and call on my iPhone. He tried a few times and I could see he was flustered. I asked if I could help him. He said pleases, he was so tired he could not think. I placed the call for him. He sat in his seat, feeling no need to parade up and down the hallway while making his call. A while later he thanked me and moved on to his gate. I was worried about that Gentleman, he looked exhausted. I hope he got home OK.

I arrived at the old homestead around 11:00 PM. I was a little tired myself.