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A cry for help

pistachios in shellI am on a flight back to New York City from Miami.

This handful of pistachios in the shell — objects appear bigger on the blog than they are in real life — is all I have had for dinner.

Flight attendants, please bring the cart with your food for sale!  I will buy it, whatever it is.


Starving, Party of 1
Seat 10C

Crushin’ it

I’ve never watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Or Beverly Hills. Or Atlanta or Dallas or Miami

Thank you, no.

But I’m pretty sure we have that reality show franchise to thank for the ‘Everyday Collection’ TV ad from Target.

Gotta love that ‘tude.

Thank you, Housewives.

Cold blooded

Once again, I’ve managed to visit Miami without making it to the beach.

Yep.  My shuttle is driving me back to the airport, and I never stepped foot outside the hotel.

Wait…I did take a couple of photos off of my balcony this morning — does that count?

This is not the first time this has happened.  Work takes me to a warm, sunny clime…and I don’t even make it outside to enjoy it.

I’m an embarrassment to business travel.

I could blame my schedule, I suppose.  Or my skin, which is very fair and shouldn’t be exposed to the sun much anyhoo.

But the truth is…beaches just don’t appeal to me up close and personal.  They are beautiful to look at in photos, and lovely to dream about from afar.  But once I’m at the beach, I really don’t want to spend that much time on it.  Looking at it out the window will suffice.

So off I go, back to the cold wintery streets of Manhattan.

I can hardly wait!

Pay it forward

You’ve heard the saying “you get what you give?”

Last night felt like a textbook example.

I was on an extremely crowded flight from Miami to LaGuardia in a window seat near the back of the plane.  I know window seats are coveted by many, but I’m an aisle seat gal — the ‘power seat.’  I can get out when I want, stretch my legs out in the aisle, and make a run for it when we land.

But alas, last night I was in the window seat.  Not long after I had gotten settled, the woman in the middle seat asked if I would swap seats with her mom who was in a window seat a few rows back.  Sure, why not?  They were grateful, and I was happy to do it.

Not long after I had moved my things, the man sitting in the middle seat asked if I would consider swapping with his friend, who had an aisle seat.  Absolutely!

I was feeling the good karma wash over me.

I sat down, got comfortable, and then the man in the middle seat turned to me.  “Uh oh,” I thought. “If he asks me to move, that’s really going to be a test.”

Turns out he and his wife were looking for transportation advice upon arrival to Hoboken, New Jersey. During our conversation, I discovered she and I grew up literally miles from each other.  They were returning home to D.C. from their honeymoon cruise, but their flight home had been canceled due to weather. So they diverted to LaGuardia to visit with friends until they could fly home on Monday.

By the time we hit NYC, I offered to let them share my cab into Manhattan, and then they continued on to Hoboken.

One simple act of kindness — swapping seats — netted me new friends Adam and Ruth, originally from Carbondale, Illinois.

Congrats on your marriage, guys, and enjoy your unexpected trip to the New York area.