I'm Gonna Go Ahead and Ask for a Redo

Well they've been troopers, my kids- the ones who ate all the snacks and did all the activities I had planned for the entire trip - on the tarmac in Wilmington, where we spent three hours belting and unbelting ourselves, preparing for takeoff, making small figure-skating patterns on the tarmac, begging for water and checking to make sure our cushions would float in the event of a water landing, before finally a deflated de-boarding only to learn that our flight was not just delayed but cancelled.

At least we're not the guy who had 2 cups of water...precious water...spilled on him by our nervy but nice male flight attendant. Picture it spilling from above- on his head, shoulders, lap. It took him like a whole hour of tight-lipped anger to get over it. Musta been cold.

You know, I kind of think of male flight attendants like I think of male cheerleaders, when I think of them, which is more often than I would like to admit - strange but fascinating. But I digress.

So here we are in still Wilmington, and maybe we'll just go ahead and go to Taste of Italy for dinner. I wonder, can we all just wear the same clothes tomorrow?