I hate flying. I expected day to be a terrible day because I had to fly today. Not only that, but I had connecting flights.
It was not such a bad day after all. I got my own row on the first, short flight. My plane from San Jose to the midwest stopped in Orange County. Because the airline used the same plane for both legs, they let me stay on the plane. A ticket agent came on board especially to deal with my ticket and boarding pass.
I asked a flight attendant on break about whether or not there were electrical outlets on the plane. She explained that the rows with little lightning bolt emblems had one out let. She promised to let me know if a row with a lightening bolt was still open after everyone else boarded.
We struck up a conversation about European travel. She offered me some water. Very soon, twenty minutes had passed and the other passengers boarded.
My seat wound up being in the same row with a toddler and a mom. I told the mom about the lightening bolt thing because she had a portable DVD player with her to distract the kid. Trouble was, it was low on juice. The father behind our row, with his own toddler let the mom use his outlet (which I told here was there).
Bev, the flight attendant, found me another row to myself (which I kept for all of 15 minutes into the flight). She also gave me, not just one, but two free drinks for my in-flight self-medication. That saved me enough money so that I could pay the $3 parking toll to get my father's car out of the airport short-term parking lot.
I'm pleased that I received good karma today. Maybe it started around 7 a.m. PST this morning when I tipped the shoe shine guy $3 or $4 dollars and said a hearty "Happy Thanksgiving."
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