Christopher and I got to our plane with as much ease as afforded by air travel. We settled in, both ready to sleep for the first leg of the trip and were nodding off before lift-off. Exciting stuff, I know.
But wait! There's more!
Minutes before the plane began its descent, still groggy from my airborne nap and mostly only conscious of the sweet, autistic young man next to me getting both excited and nervous to be landing soon, a hand waved in front of me. Yes, for an instant I thought, "jeez, what is your problem?" And then I looked up to see the smiling face of a colleague from work. With all evidence of my intelligence, I loudly exclaimed, "It is you!"
Go ahead, chuckle. It was one of my more brilliant moments, I know.
I’d seen a familiar profile boarding but had no confirming view of its owner. How fun and unexpected to see Jeff P. on the same plane! He and his family were connecting to a different state, but we found enough time to wish one another well on our respective travels and come to a consensus that his (Jeff's) son won the comfortable travel attire contest. Truly. If I were 20 years younger I would have asked to swap. Or contrived to steal them. Bon voyage, Jeff & Family!
After that excitement, and a satisfactory-if-salty stop at Chili's Too, we were on our second plane and headed straight for Cleveland. Oh, Oh! I forgot to tell you! Candy vending machines at the airport (at least in Minneapolis) will let you use your credit card! Yeah, baby! Charge that Three Musketeers and get your flying on!
We arrived with no trouble in our 26-seater tin can. As we circled Cleveland and a portion of Lake Erie a couple times, in another stroke of brilliance, I felt an uncontrollable urge to exclaim that Google Maps had really prepared me to recognize Cleveland from the air. Thank you for flying, your pilot has been Captain Obvious.