Month: July 2008

What’s that noise?

The Captain on my flight to DFW last night informed me that he’d just finished a drug screening, and his first attempt to produce a sample of sufficient quantity had failed, and he’d had to sit around drinking water until he could produce another. As a result, he was well hydrated and was likely to need the lavatory on our flight to Dallas. He was a former Dash 8 pilot, and was brand new to the jet, fresh off of IOE. On the taxi, we got excited because it looked like we were going to be #4 or so for…

Delta Business Class Food

The best food in business class is something which I think they call an egg quesadilla. It’s not, but it’s good. It comes with sausage and salsa. The only other breakfast choice lately is corn flakes, fruit and yogurt. The fruit tends to be cut fancily, but generally isn’t that good. Well, the strawberries are okay, but the melons are lacking. If you’ve got the choice between the “beef short ribs” and the “red pasta”, I think the “beef short ribs” are better. I have no idea why they call it “beef short ribs” because it’s not. It’s basically pot…

Meow.

If a pilot ever offers to let your cat ride in the cockpit, you should thank him. We had a very full flight to Chicago a few days ago; during boarding the flight attendants told me that a woman brought a cat in a box that was too big to fit under the seat in front of her. I told them to tell her that the cat had to ride in the cargo compartment. The woman apparently agreed, and I noticed the ramp crew was being very disagreeable about stowing the cat. I walked down the steps to figure out…

White people ride the F.

[Editors note: For some reason this post has no stylistic value whatsoever, despite the grandeur the author imagined in his head before engaging in a spastic typing frenzy. The text is jumpy, the transitions are nonexistent, and perhaps the author should reconsider writing. In general. But it’s what you get for tonight.] Since Jonah couldn’t get here to visit, I had to entertain myself. Yesterday, I managed to convince Sydney to brunch with me at Miriam’s, which has excellent Israeli breakfasts, but after coming home she passed out in front of MLB.com. After consulting the internets, I discovered that She…

No NYC

Well, I got up at 4:30 this morning and drove to Denver. I didn’t get on the Delta flight to JFK at 8, and then I didn’t get on the 11:10 flight to Cincinnati. Berck said I had a good chance of getting on the next flight to Cincinnati this afternoon that would get me into LGA late tonight, but he’d also said that about the other flights. All I wanted to do was go home and crawl back in bed, so I gave up.