Vacation Observations 1

I am back. It has been a while but I was actually away. I was down in the Dominican Republic (Punta Cana) with my wife and son for a week. I was a way from all distractions of the electronic kind. It was great, though I was not used to heat, humidity and sunshine like that in December. I did get to return to snow and cold, which is more like December to me, and I can honestly say that I am not happy about that.

On a sad note before any observations, I mourn the passing of Richard Pryor. He is perhaps the best stand up comedian to have ever taken the stage. As well, a neighbor of mine lost her fight with leukemia while we were away. She was a lovely woman who had fought breast cancer only to get leukemia (ALL-Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia) (from her therapy for breast cancer, I do not know). She will be missed. I do have a certain soft spot for those fighting leukemia as that is the disease that took my father 15 years ago (AML-Acute Myologenous Leukemia). So that is it for my death watch for now.

Today's observations are from our flight down to Punta Cana. Keep in mind, it was a 6:35 am flight. I had gone to bed at midnight and woke up at three to take a shower and figure out where the hell I was. It is really dark at 3:30 am and I am not sure my neighbors appreciated me shoveling the dusting of snow from my walk at that hour. However, as I was not around for them to complain to later that day, I figured they would forget about it over the course of the week. Given the sad news of above, I am pretty sure that they did.

Two things struck me on the flight down. One was that as we sat in the three middle seats, me at an aisle, I noticed the dude across the aisle from me picking his nose. I can understand thinking that in the comfort of your own car that you are invisible and that nobody can see you pick you nose (as if), but on a crowded charter flight? Buddy, you are not invisible but obviously your finger up to the first knuckle was. I hope you got it all cleaned out and I do not want to know where you wiped the remnants.

I saw that and I had to write it down. Damn people are funny when they do not think they are being observed. Or make that disgusting, which can be funny. I guess it was in this case.

I was struck by the fact that we were served a boxed breakfast. Some orange juice, a carrot muffin and a fruit cup consisting of two chunks cantaloupe, two chunks honeydew and two grapes. Thanks, I really could not eat another bite, I am full. On the bright side we did arrive early.

Then as I was reading this older dude was talking to the woman in the seat in front of me. Of course he is talking while standing beside me with his crotch in my face. I do not recall requesting the crotch seat. I was fighting the urge to send my elbow upwards and send his nuts through his throat and out his mouth. That would have been two more grapes for somebody to eat. Am I so damn anti-social?

Yes, on less than three hours sleep, at around eight or nine in the morning (when I would consider stirring after a good six or seven hours sleep) am damn anti-social. It was not air rage anti-social, just get your fucking crotch out of my facial space anti-social. If it were a hot chick, I might not have minded so much, but it was not, so that is a moot point.

Those were the first two thoughts more will follow during the week. Ciao!