Salt Lake Layover

I got on the plane in Reno and had a decent window seat. About five minutes after I was seated, the most humongous human being in all of Reno came strolling down the aisle with a flight attendant leading the way. The short of it is that I was displaced. Just my luck, I thought. I could have stayed, but I would’ve been sitting next to this giant, squashed against the bulkhead….cheek flattened against the window. The flight attendant picked a suitable alternate for me with lots of leg room – Emergency exit row. Sweet. I slept on the 53 minute flight to Salt Lake.

It’s been two hours and fifteen minutes since I got off the plane here in Salt Lake City. Only an hour and a half to go before my flight to San Antonio boards.

I’ve been enjoying a light codeine buzz (intermingled with excruciating pain), people watching, dozing, emailing, texting, and sometimes wishing someone would come up behind me and put a .45 caliber slug in the back of my head.

I need to eat soon. The only thing I’ve eaten since I went to bed Saturday night are a bowl of soup and an enchilada plate.

There’s a TCBY down the way and frozen yogurt sounds really fucking good right about now.