Such began our wait for flight 2291 at
After helping the perpetually travel-dim Challies figure out which gate to check in at, we got in line the longest line. The nice line-monitor lady asked if we wanted to skip to the front… um, yeah!... then the check-in dude looked at me and said, “You need leg room.” I love that dude, even though he made fun of my passport picture. Speaking of being made fun of, the shoe-shine dude took one look at my fine shoes and said, “You need a shine, buddy.” To which I replied, “I shined these babies up last night!” He merely stood and shook his head. Come to think of it, I am taking a lot of abuse on this trip. I hope it improves!