So here's how it went down:
I'm on a Delta Song flight from JFK to SFO. The plane is mostly packed. I'm towards the rear. Although it's around dinner time, the lights are dimmed, and most of the passengers are asleep.
"How did you get up there?" our little cousins asked. They were on their tippy-toes, as if their toes would magically get them on the roof too.
"We flew," my brother and I answered.
"No you didn't. Did you?"
"Yup, we did. And you can't come up because you don't believe us."
I just finished reading Robert Cialdini's "Influence". It's a book about six basic behavioral principles that can be used to influence people.
So it was with great interest that I engaged in a conversation with Stephen, a gentleman sitting next to me on my Southwest flight to New York. He offered me some drink coupons and then tried to sell me some air treatment equipment.
Good bye, New York.
I'm sitting on the plane right now, on my way to San Francisco. It's about a six hour ride. The batteries on my laptop are almost gone, so I need to write this ramble quickly.
I'm nervous about Monday. I'm nervous and anxious. On Monday I start my new job.
It's time to go again. It's time to go to the airport to sit and wait for a delayed flight. Time to fall asleep on the plane after munching on my ten peanuts (no more, no less).
Since February of 1999, I've been traveling almost every week. I've gotten a few stories from it. This is one of them.
As he walked out of the airplane, she jumped into his arms and kissed him.
I watched the couple embrace for a good five minutes. Another guy walked out and was greeted by a parade of smiling children. An elderly lady received a hug from an awaiting elderly gentleman. And a little boy ran out and screamed "Daddy!" as he darted towards his father's awaiting arms.
"Oh my God I almost died today!"
Temi bounced around like a giddy school girl. Only half an hour ago she was clinging to her chair, digging her nails into its frame, and chanting: "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
And now she's chanting: "Let's do that again! Let's do that again! Let's do that again!"
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA