Met a former spy for the CIA at at the bar named Michael who could speak 6 languages.
Delayed departure, and for once it wasnt Philly Intl's fault.
Gay canadian flight attendant hit on me, admired my shoes, very interested in where I was going, what I was doing, and who I was visiting. He also gave me free alcohol. A secondhand compliment? I think so!
Arrived in Toronto with a half hour to spare, breezed through customs as I was hearing my name being called over the intercom for final boarding, sprinted to my plane only to find it smelled like child poo. Sigh.
Watched The Tourist on in-flight on demand. I figured out the twist 15 minutes into the movie.
And of course, Frankfurt airport still sucks. If I wanted to walk five miles from one terminal to the other, well...I don't know what I would have done! But dammit, that is the last thing I want to do after an overnight flight without much sleep!
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update us with some new info you lazy fuck! haha
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