Karin thanks the Lone Star emporium

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I am obsessed with the show Friday Night Lights and thus, I am currently besotted with the state of Texas. So when I saw on my flight itinerary that I was traveling to and from Mexico via Dallas/Fort Worth, I was thrilled. As I write this post from 10,000 feet, above the Lone Star state, I am the proud owner of two matching Texas t-shirts, one for Craig and one for me. Yes, I bought us matching clothes.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I love to fly. I could spend hours with my nose pressed to a window in a plane and not even mind that I am cooped up in coach. I have about two hours left in this flight and it has thus far proven exceptional. I have to sit by the window on an airplane or I get very huffy. I don’t throw a fit or anything, but I do spend the entire flight leaning over the person who was granted the window seat ouuing and aahing and spilling their drink on them. So thank goodness the folks at American detected that trait in me and gave me a window seat. Secondly, there is some sort of hardened criminal on my flight. Two marshals or policemen or something authoritative like that brought him on to the plane in handcuffs. They had a white towel draped over the handcuffs, which I thought was an elegant touch, but it didn’t really hide the fact that the guy was in shackles.

This hardened criminal’s presence (though this guy could have just littered, who knows) means that the flight attendants are burly men with shaved heads that could strangle me with their pinky fingers. It’s very entertaining to ask them for more club soda, which I have done three times now.

A whole hour to enjoy the Texas marketplace in Terminal 4 (it took everything in me not to buy a pink cowboy hat), a criminal on my flight, and a window seat – I wish this flight were longer! Maybe I’ll just ask the hurly burly “flight attendants” if the pilot wouldn’t mind circumnavigating the globe a few times.