Overheard while waiting at the gate in O’Hare Airport:
Gate Agent: Paging passenger E. Guy and passenger D. Chowder to the podium. Passengers Guy, Chowder, Gate B-22.
Bingo! Talk about flying the friendly skies…. Gate agents demanding guy chowder?!?!?
Travel Post Script: My amusement at the gate at O’Hare was short-lived. Returning home to sub-zero temperatures and 4″ of snow on my car – which covered about 1/8″ of solid ice – made for a happy landing. First bit of fun was simply prying my car door open. And remembering that i’d cleverly left my gloves and hat inside the car. It took a full half hour to excavate the shitmobile. My hands didn’t quite thaw out until i was almost home….
Wouldn’t have felt quite so bad if i hadn’t been lounging poolside in sunny california, drinking fruity cocktails under the palm trees just the day before. (sigh)