Welcome back to me!

Grilled ham & cheese sammiches on sourdough, in honor of my CA return.

So, hm. Here are all the random thoughts I've been carrying around this week:

More airline rants
I really, really hate when people carry on big bags. It causes so much wasted time getting seated and so many of the rest of us, that try NOT to be a burden, to have to shove everything under the seat and have no foot room.

Seating chart: ABC DEF. I am assigned seat A. They board early, so I am one of the last on. Seat A&B are occupied by two comfortable men reading newspapers, coffee and pastries on their tray tables. I internally pout, but decide to be gracious (I really wanted to sleep by the window since it was a 6 am flight) and take the aisle seat. Then, a couple boards and says we are in their seats (they must have been B&C in our row). So not only are Frick & Frack in the wrong seats, they are on the wrong side of the plane. Cripes.

Another funny story. A man in front of me must have given the flight attendants a gift of See's candy. They wouldn't leave him alone the entire flight. They kept repeatedly saying thank you, offering to bring him drinks and food from first class, which he always declined. I think the poor man must've felt harassed by the end of the flight!

The burrito memory
I ate a Thai burrito from a restaurant in MSP airport. As I was eating it, I was reminded of these chicken teriyaki burritos I used to get SOMEWHERE that I loved. I could not for the life of me figure out where I used to eat those burritos. I could taste them, see them being made, but could not remember the restaurant. It was killing me. During my trip I remembered. It was a college campus food court thing.

The cell phone story
Thursday night we went to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in Berkeley. It was about 30 minutes from our hotel. So we got back at 10:30 and I scrambled to pack and get to bed, as I needed to be up by 4 a.m. My phone rang. It was my colleague saying she couldn't find her cell and wanted to check the rental car. She got the keys from me and looked. Nothing. I put on a coat over my pjs and looked. Nothing. Called the restaurant. Nothing. She'd last used it on the way to the restaurant, so our only resort was to check if it dropped in the parking lot at the BART station near the restaurant where we parked. Threw on clothes. Drove out & checked. Nothing. By the time we returned it was almost midnight. Yawn.

The next day a gentleman called me (I was the last person to call her phone) and said he found it. Yay! I'm still tired, though.

Random language thought
Someday will we evolve to having more and more common, shared languages, as people tend to be more bilingual, especially in English? So many new slang words are universal. Just a thought as I listened to conversations this week.

Books
I need to update on Good Reads. I've been plowing through a lot of good books.

Cookies!
I'm leaving soon to go bake cookies with my sister and niece.