Hey Team,

The day I gave up on traveling by air is the day it all fell into place. I was flying from Orlando to Dayton, OH one way (which of course means I was going to be super-searched because everyone knows terrorists fly one way) and thanks to my previous experience with TSA I had finally decided, “Eff those guys. If they’re going to want everything out of my bag and all of my liquids thrown away they can do it themselves.”

So I rolled up to an extra long security line that didn’t seem to be moving and handed my ticket to the TSA agent at the end of the line. Sure enough, I was pulled out for a thorough ion scan and delousing…which in this case meant I skipped to the front of the line! AND thanks to shoddy security NOTHING was taken out of my bag and none of my oversized liquids were thrown away.

Lesson learned: The harder you make TSA’s job the less likely they are to do it. Seems obvious now that I know.

I got on the plane flying stand-by without any problem and was assigned an extra roomy exit row aisle but before I could even sit down a woman asked if I would trade places with her husband.

“If you don’t mind trading places with my husband I’ll give you twenty dollars.”

I laughed at her and said, “There’s no way I would let you pay me to switch places with your husband. Where is he?”

“He’s in the very back row.”

Crap. No legroom and no reclining. That’s where being a nice guy gets me.

Turns out being a nice guy also got me the respect of the entire flight attendant staff. Extra donuts, all the drinks I wanted and free TV for that trip AND the next one. AND the lady came back later and INSISTED I take her money for having to sit in such a bad seat. For the record I continued to refuse until it reached the point where it was ruder not to accept. (Honest.)

After a short layover the next leg of my flight was spent next to Bill and Diane

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who had plenty of interesting travel stories to share and kept me entertained throughout the entire flight. They were super-nice people and it didn’t even feel like I was sitting in the back row again for hours. Thanks guys!

Now, after a couple days distraction with one of my best friends I’m back in Dayton sitting in the airport at 4am trying to figure out how to navigate Ohio so I can make it to Olivia

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and some potential sloth petting!

That’s right, sloth petting! How cool is that?!

Answer: Very freakin’.

Okay, I’m done.

Brett

Welcome to the wonderful world of the kindness of strangers:


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