Flying to Ontario

Today I flew into sunny Ontario, CA. No, not Canada.

The payphones in the airport are bright yellow so that they catch your attention long before you think to use your cell phone. Seriously, does anyone use these any more. Remember when the only people who had cell phones where the people who flew all the time? Payphones are stupid.


And here's the picture that epitomizes San Antonio: Fat People.


I've noticed that airports are always very efficient and well designed. Everything's easy to find.


And there's always crazy art and stuff all over.


But what's really bad about airports is the little waiting areas in front of the gates. The chairs are too close together.

See, usually, people spread out and keep at least a chair between them and the next person. But NO! This weird dude had to sit in the seat right next to me.

There were plenty of open seats with some space around them, but this guy wanted to get friendly. What am I supposed to do? Get up and move over one seat?

The flight sucked. I tried to sleep but the flight attendants kept asking me if I wanted stuff to eat.


And then there was this guy. He had all these crazy tatoos and girl pants. And he was reading this book.

Stone of Tears. What the hell? How emo/gay/insane can you be?

One cool thing was the ad on the tray, though. That made me smile. I love when they think of creative places for ads.