As I said, we flew economy...but, we still managed to be completely humiliated at two different airports. It wasn't just the taking off the shoes thingy at Hartsfield/Jackson, my wife insisted our "carry-on" bag was small enough to fit above the seat and it may have been but we'll never know because it was too heavy to lift that high. I guess she was thinking NASCAR where you can bring in a cooler as big as an upright freezer if you can get it between your legs.
I was taking a much needed "constitutional" break at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport, when my cell phone started vibrating in "panic text mode". "Hurry up, I read, we're boarding!" Boarding! I'm sitting here with the "cargo bay" open and she wants me to board?! Suffice to say, I didn't get my money's worth and she had the time zones mixed up, putting us on a plane for Salt Lake two hours early. As if that wasn't enough, she wanted to raise a stink with two people she insisted were sitting in our seats! And she was about to pull it off until the flight attendant recognized us for what we were and explained the deal about time zones. It seems the farther you go west the earlier it gets and I'm wondering if I could fly on one of these things long enough to get off the Viagra. And speaking of Salt Lake, does anyone living there over the age of sixteen not have three kids? We saw more kids at Wal-Mart than we did at Disney World and I'll bet my galoshes the State mascot is the rabbit.
They say Robert Redford lives in Utah, but I haven't seen him at the Wal-Mart yet. He probably winters in Roberta or Ft. Valley.