Greetings from Tampa.  I’m here for the ACC Tournament.  Judging from early reports and what I saw at the airport, I can’t say the same for you.
Anyway, got stuck in Charlotte for a while, which wasn’t fun.  The funniest thing was that my girlfriend wasn’t so keen on helping me kill the time because she was engrossed in “The Wire.”  Know what?  I ain’t mad at her!  I wouldn’t have talked to me, either.
So I get on the plane, and I’ve got the middle seat.  No idea how I keep getting stuck with those, given that I’m a bit over average height.  The gods ain’t so keen on your boy.  Anyway, I’m in the middle and a lady’s got the aisle, with no one in the window seat.
So the flight attendant comes up and tells the two of us in the row that someone may come and take that seat.  We’d have to see.  That threw us off because, well, we’d been sitting on hte plane for 20 minutes.  This after the plane was departing more than 90 minutes behind schedule.  Where would these people be coming from?  Are they just buying tickets and running up to the gate?  Who are the stragglers on a delayed flight?  I just don’t get it.
No matter…a seat in the row behind us got double booked–don’t ask me how–so a gentleman moved into the window seat.   All good in the hood, far as we can tell.
So dude gets in the seat with no drama or discussion.  Just sits down.  Then, the flight attendant rolls up to the row and says…
“This isnt really a problem.  You know, my best friend was just diagnosed with breast cancer.  That’s a problem.”
Ummm, it sure as hell is.  But do what?  Huh?
Quite the uncomfortable moment.   That isn’t to say she wasn’t right, but ain’t nobody do nothin’ to merit gettin’ that one.  Nope, nope, nope.
And on that note, I’m going back to sleep.