I got up at the butt-crack of dawn the other day to catch an early flight out of Sacramento….
I got lucky and sat in an exit row and chatted it up with a cute girl next to me. How often do you actually sit next to an attractive person!? (sorry, no pics of her) I feel like I’m always stuck next to a fat person who’s elbows overflow onto the armrest. Guess that one will go down as “Best Flight of My Life.”
Connected through SLC, and it felt weird not seeing any of my friends or family. I couldn’t help but think that maybe someday I’ll be flying for Delta, based in SLC, and living in Park City. Get this: exit row again!
Now here I am in Dallas learning how to fly a 737. My training partners are Russian and Chinese dudes, which makes for some pretty funny language barriers. It’s the Russian’s first time in America. He wants to experience “…all things Americans do,” so we took Dimitri to a place called Twin Peaks for lunch (much like Hooters) and ordered him a big old burger and sweet tea. Not exactly the classiest joint, but he sure does love sweet tea….and American women too.