As often happens when one is leaving Las Vegas, I was feeling a little sleep deprived on my way through McCarren Airport ready to get home.
I'm ashamed to say I was feeling pathetically sorry for myself because I was not able to buy an upgrade. So I proceeded through the airport, jaw clenched, with my "middle aged has been rock-star" look with huge sunglasses, t-shirt, jeans, and sport coat. I was clearly sending the vibe that no pictures should be taken and I should not be approached.
Craving a little grease, a heavenly choir swelled as I laid my weary eyes on the sign of Ruby's Dinette. The Lord had lifted me just a little right then. At least I had been able to snag an aisle seat toward the front and now I was going to break my "once every six months rule" on burgers and get the whole works, smothered in onions and homemade fries to take it on the flight. I was feeling in much better spirits, still, I kept up my "do not approach" facade. I took my seat in 13C, twisted to the side to slide my burger underneath the seat in front of me, and lifted the box lid ever so slightly to get a couple fries just to get me by until we were airborne.
As the smell wafted through the cabin, the lady couple across the aisle sneered at me and it felt like I had offended everyone around me. My face turned red and I realized what a jerk I was. So I took off my glasses and apologized to those around me for being so obnoxious to bring it on the flight. I quickly ate the fries and stared forward quietly until departure...
Leaving Las Vegas part I
Transportation - October 7, 2011 - 7:30am by DarrinDeck
As often happens when one is leaving Las Vegas, I was feeling a little sleep deprived on my way through McCarren Airport ready to get home.
I'm ashamed to say I was feeling pathetically sorry for myself because I was not able to buy an upgrade. So I proceeded through the airport, jaw clenched, with my "middle aged has been rock-star" look with huge sunglasses, t-shirt, jeans, and sport coat. I was clearly sending the vibe that no pictures should be taken and I should not be approached.
Craving a little grease, a heavenly choir swelled as I laid my weary eyes on the sign of Ruby's Dinette. The Lord had lifted me just a little right then. At least I had been able to snag an aisle seat toward the front and now I was going to break my "once every six months rule" on burgers and get the whole works, smothered in onions and homemade fries to take it on the flight. I was feeling in much better spirits, still, I kept up my "do not approach" facade. I took my seat in 13C, twisted to the side to slide my burger underneath the seat in front of me, and lifted the box lid ever so slightly to get a couple fries just to get me by until we were airborne.
As the smell wafted through the cabin, the lady couple across the aisle sneered at me and it felt like I had offended everyone around me. My face turned red and I realized what a jerk I was. So I took off my glasses and apologized to those around me for being so obnoxious to bring it on the flight. I quickly ate the fries and stared forward quietly until departure...
Stay tuned for part II of Leaving Las Vegas!