In Which I Fly To Portland

So, I am flying out of Vegas to Portland today.  I get to the airport and the line at the ticket counter was obscene!!!  It took me about 10-12 minutes to get through that line.  That’s usually a 2 minute experience.  On the other hand, going through security was about 15 minutes (and that was with waiting for them to bring more bins).  That is normally a 20-30 minute ordeal.  Why was the world so backward today?  I didn’t see Spock with his goatee (excuse the obscure Star Trek reference).
 
I had a two open seats by me, and then a little kid between ages 5-7 said “Mommmy! Here’s two seats open!”  Crap.  Ok.  Whatever.  I can put up with it.  I let them both in to sit down.  The woman sits in the center seat.  She tells me “Just to let you know, we often have to go to the bathroom a lot.  I just wanted to tell you right now.  We can move if that will be a problem.”  So here I am through the whole flight cringing everytime the kid takes a drink.  About halfway through the flight, the woman starts to get up, and I stand in the aisle.  The kid stays though.  When she told me “we”, I really thought she meant the kid.  Awkward.
 
When we came in for a landing, there was an interesting sensation.  I looked out the left hand windows.  It was normal.  I looked out the right hand windows.  Nothing but water.  First thought?  I was wondering if the plane had pontoons.
 
I decided to take part in the #Trust30 writing challenge from http://ralphwaldoemerson.me
 
Today’s writing prompt:
 
“Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. The force of character is cumulative.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
 
If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tracks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence?
 
My response:
 
Today was an interesting combination of travel and last minute preparation that I’m trying to be positive about despite not having much to validate that positivity.

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