The second flight was a little less interesting than the first in the fact that I associated with people and didnt just hole up in the bathroom.
After our tasty sammiches at Steak Escape, we ended up in the Colorado Sports bar sitting in the restaurant portion, watching TV, and having a cocktail.
Were not normally morning drinkers, but this was vacation and I wanted a little nip to help me for the next flight (four hours!). At first the wife was a little apprehensive, but she warmed to the idea after discussing the commode incident.
The twins had Sprite, I had a whiskey-sour, and the wife decided on a bloody mary. One led to two, two led to three, and pretty soon, I had a $100 bill to pay before hurrying to make our connection.
We were Zone 4 so the last ones to board. This time, we were all in a line in the same row. The twins in A & B, the wife in C, and me across the aisle in D. Just after sitting, the stewardess came by checking seat belts so I asked her for a whiskey-sour. I didnt get my drink, but I did receive a little pat on the shoulder and a well get you taken care of later, sweety.
Once in the air, I pushed the little Call Stewardess button overhead. This time a dude stewardess came and addressed my call request. I again ordered my favorite drink and again received a curious response. He gave me wink and told me hed back with the drink cart lickity-split and get me taken care of. He too gave me a pat on the shoulder.
The wife looked across the aisle and smiled, then returned to her book. What can I say, I got the kavorka.
I finally received my cocktail, looked at the little TV screen and saw nothing interesting, then turned to the junior passenger next me and struck up a conversation. Big mistake.
I was seated next to a 9 year old boy who was also headed to the Walt Disney World. Apparently, his mother (next to him on the window seat) and father were divorced and his mom was treating him to a little vacation. He was disappointed about going to Florida too early in the year and missing Spring Training for Baseball.
This kid knew everything there was to know about baseball, its players, and its history. He spouted off facts and statistics I could barely believe anyone would know. He went on for 45 minutes without me saying so much as a word. Heck, I might have even fell asleep a couple of times. At one point I caught a glimpse from his mother and her eyes told me everything I needed to know. It sucks to be you but since Im free Im going to take advantage of it. She reclined her seat and went to sleep.
I finally managed to catch him during a deep breath and excused myself to go to the bathroom. Dont you dare pull that crap with me again Colt, the wife spewed as I headed towards the rear of the aircraft.
I took my time, and with multiple restrooms, I didnt need to worry. I came out and decided to loiter around the rear of the plane and hoped the kid woke his mom and turned his baseball statistics conversation over to her.
The dude stewardess showed up and said how bout another drink there cowboy? He was a touch friendly for my taste, but what the heck
I was on vacation.
Looking down the aisle, I could see the blond headed, fair skinned head of my wife staring back down the aisle towards me with those piercing blue eyes. Without her saying a word, I knew what the look meant. I gulped down the drink, set the glass next to the little sink, and returned to my seat.
I'm in! I've seen you around on the boards and thought I would come check your report out. 
I just thought you were disin on the President. 
That's too funny!Just saying
Now that's somethin I would like to see!! 
