That flight sucked ass…
But some of the single serving friends you meet can be cool. Getting off work, my friend Pete takes me to LAX around 6:30. I get to the Spirit airline check in counter around 7 or so. There is a small line, but no one at the counter. Chatting up the guy in front of me, I learn that the folks behind the counter, won’t be behind the counter until 7:45. So I hang out, chat. The guy I’m talking to is a geologist, which is kinda humerous since the day prior; at lunch, Pete, Kris, and I sorta made fun of geologist as the “easy” science akin to IT degrees vs folks with an actual computer science degree. He immediately points out the fat guy behind us and his rather numerous bags of luggage and refers to him as Dom Deluise. Oh I’m going to get along great with Mr geologist.
