Welcome Aboard, Dick

Well I kept my fingers crossed to keep my job, and what do you know they put me to work! Flying has really picked up, which in theory is great but logistically it has really gotten in the way of my lounging. It is almost like I have a full time job!

I have met some wonderful people and some that royally suck as of late, but only a few have left lasting impressions. I had a Honolulu trip and worked with a woman whose husband shot her...5 times, literally she was shot a hand FULL of times! She was fascinating on many levels but what I couldn't stop thinking about was her will to live. 5 gun shot wounds and she continued to fight for her life. I contemplated giving up after my pizza oven burn. So marriage is not only the leading cause of divorce but it can also lead to potential death? The single life is looking better and better.

Speaking of erroneous gun shots, former Vice President Dick Cheney was on my flight from Vancouver to Denver. My nap between hops was interrupted by an uppity gate agent informing us that Dick would joining us. Imagine the delight of my 2 gay male flying companions! Naturally I was greeting, my "hello" skills have yet to be matched. Two secret service agents boarded first, I recognized them by their furrowed brows and coiled ear thingy's, just like in the movies. Right behind them Dick rolled up, yes rolled-in a wheel chair. At 68 years old, Mr. Cheney looks 112. He has a bad knee, and a bad attitude. He settled into seat 1a and general boarding commenced.

Two suits remained on the jet way, occasionally looking up at the people boarding but mostly typing furiously on their Blackberry's. Because I lack a filter and think I am so funny, I poked my head out to ask if they were playing Brickbreaker. Fearing for just a moment that I was going to be arrested for making a joke I was relieved when they both laughed. I told them my high score and said I wouldn't judge them if they were checking their Facebook. A few passengers stopped at 1a to say something to Cheney and when they did the SS looked ready to tackle and destroy. I was thinking 'I'm pretty sure this 70 year old grandma in wind pants isn't much of a threat,' but whatever they were doing their job I guess. I am sure you are on the edge of your seat--Gin and Tonics from take off to landing. He was in out and out of sleep, that 2 hour flight just tuckered the old bugar right out!