Absurdly on Vacation

Where do absurd librarians go on vacation? To the beach!!

Here we sit, on Huntington Beach pier, soaking in the sun. What joy, what a day, what is that? It's just a wetsuit walking down to the ocean carrying a surf board.

Yes, I know that there is so much more to do in L.A. But I didn't come to California to run around looking a touristy things and exhausting myself. Nope. Just to sit and not do a thing. Nothing. Zero, zilch. Nada.

To begin. (You know that there had to be a story here somewhere, didn't you?)

Thursday morning. What am I doing up before 10 am on Thursday? Oh, right. Flying out of THE Eastern Iowa airport. First to Dallas/Fort Worth then to Orange County, CA.

People can be so strange. We tried to sit in our reserved seats on the airplane, only to find that a grandma assumed that we wanted her grandson to be happy in our seats. Quite a bit of nerve on her part, don't you think? Oh, well. We still arrived in Dallas. No worries, Mom.

Small problem in Dallas. The mechanics couldn't get the gas off of the wing. I think that they lost the gas cap and didn't want to admit it. But they boarded us, got us all seated with everything stowed in the above the seat compartments, then told us that we needed to change planes because of "a problem."

People watching (and listening) is so much fun. We were almost to the new gate when a fellow passenger closed his cell phone, walked next to us and asked, first, where our new gate was, and then asked why we got off the first plane. Wow. We could have told him anything and he would have believed us!

Enough for now.
Absurdly,
Pat