There’s something about airplane food—maybe the fact that it’s on the airplane—that prevents it from being filling and completely satisfying. Then again, it could be that I’ve just flown with Southwest too often.

I’m in Albuquerque right now, waiting to catch a plane to Kansas City, where I’ll meet up with the family and we’ll be off to a hotel for the night and then off to the wedding.

During the flight, I discovered that there’s a football player who is an Industrial Engineer (Dante Hall), that Air Crisps are good--but not like a hamburger--and that mandarin oranges are a “loose-skinned fruit.”

Before I scurried off to the airport, I took an Engineering Econ test. This test made me nervous, so I was pleased that it doesn’t appear as if it will cripple my chances of achieving a good grade.



The man walked briskly, importantly, as if he were going somewhere. He was headed to his car, and he had parked further away than he remembered.

He reached for his keys, which were in his right pocket. He was carrying a Bible in his right hand, but instead of shifting the book from one hand to the other and grabbing his keys with his right hand, inexplicably he reached awkwardly and tried to grab the them with his left. This proved difficult, but after some considerable maneuvering, he extracted the bothersome items.

He unconsciously fingered the automatic unlock button on his keyless entry unit, and hit the button several times, as was his habit. What he heard startled him, because his car was in sight up ahead, but the sound of the unlocking door came to him from his right and slightly behind.

Turning, he realized that his car was indeed to his right and slightly behind him, and the car he thought was his was one of the same exact make and model—even the same color.

“Very odd,” he thought, but, changing his direction, he opened the door, climbed in, and drove away.