contentThere was one couple in the van when we got in, and we picked up one other couple up near Times Square. That couple was interesting—a widow and a widower who were traveling together now that their respective spouses weren't able to.
The man talked a little too much for my taste, and he was not really using his inside voice. He subjected us all to a cell phone call as well.
We got to the airport in about 35 minutes, which had we known would be the case, we could have taken the 11:20 shuttle instead of the 10:20. The lady yesterday told us to allow for a little over an hour.
To that end, we had a two-hour wait for our flight. I took advantage of the time to charge my phone and catch up my blog. Joe took the opportunity to people-watch with a special eye toward shoes people were wearing in anticipation of an upcoming shoe purchase.
We sat on the tarmac for a half hour with no indication of why we weren't leaving. Finally, the pilot let us know that we had a "weight distribution problem" and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.
The flight attendant on this flight was an older man who spoke too softly and grimaced a lot.
Joe and I had diner at Cici as the big hurrah ending to our vacation.
Back home, I worked on my blog, took a nap, worked more on my blog, and then went to the 12:30 show at Legends.