Welcome Words is on the road and so may operate a little differently for the next few days.
We waited to board the plane to Florida and spent some time people watching, having consumed every inch of that morning's newspaper. Our plane was a half hour late, but that was all right . We were on vacation.
I took note of the variety of travel clothes before me; some women had achieved the perfect balance of style and comfort, others were cautionary tales. One fleshy woman swiveled by in spiked lace-up black boots, jeans with an improbable number of zippers and a wife-beater tee shirt that displayed her flabby tattoos to advantage. A handsome father came by next carrying an adorable button- eyed baby with a pig-tailed redhead of about two scampering ahead of him. She giggled and beamed at everyone she passed and she ran ahead, her tiny red and white striped socks flashing as she went. Who could have guessed that once on the plane - our plane - she would become this spawn of satan?
Still, there was plenty to be grateful for. The button-eyed baby cooed for the full three hour flight, the redhead was one row away (when she wasn't screaming, she stood up and stared at the unfortunate folks in back of her), the woman next to me didn't try to chat once and must have weighed no more than 98 pounds. And when someone threw up and the aroma wafted through the cabin, the crew worked some kind of magic that eliminated the odor in record time.
A great flight, all in all.