No, I wouldn't really inflict that upon anyone. It would go a lot like, "There's a floor mosaic of a conch shell. It's sunny outside. Some teenager is having a Frappuccino for dinner. Airport food is expensive. Oh, look, there's an AirTran golf cart on the tarmac. Oh, hey, now there's a JetBlue one."
Pretty scintillating! This is why people come to Florida--for the beautiful views.
I arrived around 2:15 this afternoon, and I've just been hanging out, meeting nice people. First there was the nice lady in the bathroom who sympathized with me when I was rinsing off items that my shaving cream had exploded on in my suitcase. Luckily, I'm one of those people who double-bags in plastic freezer Ziploc gallon bags, so nothing got on my clothes. But I did have to rinse off a lot of little bottles of shampoo and lotion.
Then there was the girl working the counter at Chili's To Go, where I got a Cobb salad. It already has bacon on it--so I'm sold. But when I asked what kinds of dressing they had, she grimaced when she mentioned the low-fat vinaigrette, which I thought was pretty great (though I do love me some low-cal salad dressing).
Finally there was The Man Who I Thought Would Be Creepy But Was Actually Quite Adorable. His name is Tony, he's in his sixties, and he is teh adorablez. I love me a great old person. And while I wouldn't say 60 is old, I'll still put him under the umbrella of adorability.
Anyway, when he sat down at my table I was really guarded. I'm fine making little bits of small talk, but after a while I feel it can get uncomfortable. But after a few minutes, it turned out we had a lot in common. We're both Italian, and he lives on the East Coast (I was born in New York). We both like to cook, and celebrate Christmas Eve with pasta sauce. He was a teacher for 35 years, and my roommate is a teacher. We both like baseball (but not the same teams. Yankees v. Red Sox, y'all).
We talked about our families, and how he met his wife, etc. Then Tony got fatherly. He told me I should pay off my credit card (I'm already on it, Tony!).
