home sweet tacos
Wow, talk about a flight from hell. When the guy asked me to give up my window seat so that he and his kids could sit together in exchange for his middle of the row seat next to some guy with bad breath…I just about told him to go do bad things to himself.
This was not the day to ask me for favors. Not after having been ripped off by some guy in Beijing for 100 yuan (airport tax! I’m still kicking myself in the hoo hoo for that one). Not after having our nonstop flight from Beijing to San Francisco be three hours and 20 minutes late taking off only to find that instead of it being a straight shot to the USA (as originally promised), we’d have to stop over in Shanghai. Not after being told that we’d have to get off the plane in Shanghai and go through immigration (the immigration officers were surly and mean) again and then sit in the waiting room so that we could board the SAME plane again with the new passengers only this time the plane was JAMMED packed. Being the nice guy that I am, I actually traded seats with him. But my face must have been darker than a car full of assholes when I agreed to do it.
Anyway, here I am. Home. Some things never change…at least not too much. And for that I’m more than happy. I’m so glad to just see my family. The food for dinner was great but it’s definitely the people that make this a happy place. So here’s my advice for the day: make sure your trip to your destination is terrible…that way when you get there, it’ll be that much better!
