Airports, spilling coffee, and pinching bums...

Well, Tim and I were meant to fly to Kosovo today to stay at his parents' house there for 10 days, but when we got there this morning the flight was cancelled due to technical difficulties. After spending like 5 years in the customer service line to get our flights moved to tomorrow, we decided to hang out in the airport for another half hour, just for no reason. I went to get us some coffee at a nearby kiosk, and the barista was so overwhelmed with customers that, as he took my order, he pleaded with me, "Take me with you! I don't care where you're going, just take me with you!"

Tim and I sat on the airport lounge floor drinking our coffee when this guy who couldn't handle his suitcase rammed in to me and spilled my coffee... as Tim says, "It looks like you did a wee!" Oh well.

Then there was this grumpy old lady who kept giving us the hairy eye ball. Think Save The Last Dance. Whenever I smiled at her she looked the other way, embarrassed and still grumpy. I asked Tim, "What do you think she'd do if I went over and pinched her on the bum?" She looked like she could use a good bum pinch anyway. Moments later, we realised why she was standing around looking "pinched", cos she was waiting for her travelling companion who was late. To our surprise, they checked in at the Amsterdam counter! Who would have thought, two grannies off to get high on hash!

What's the world coming to.

Current mood: sunny
Current music: Sparks - Coldplay

Sorry, will try to upload a photo. Painful process.

Computers.

With Relish
In the town where I grew up in Texas there's this hole-in-the-wall burger joint called Kim's. Ever since I can remember my family has been going there to get the best burgers in the world (they also make a mean breakfast burrito). I always order mine with mustard, pickles and cheese only, fries on the side. A waitress called Betty works there who has known me since I was 3 or 4 years old, and I used to write her little thank you notes on napkins for serving us, in that curly, "elegant" first-grade handwriting of mine (it was probably hideous).

When I turned 16 my family went there for breakfast and the wait staff all came out and sang me happy birthday (which never happens there) and gave me a free piece of chocolate pie. They have lots of decorations from the early days of Coca-Cola, with Gibson girls and everything. And there's this one wooden sign for an old dentist office with this huge wooden tooth nailed on it that's the size of a football.

Well, I have found a burger place... "joint" is a bit too earthy, this is more like an "establishment"... in Edinburgh called Relish whose burgers rival Kim's! The relationships with staff aren't there necessarily, but man. I had a burger tonight the size of my head. And it was good. They even serve root beer! You can't get root beer in Scotland, so one can costs £2, which is like $4. As Dad says, "That'll make yer tongue slap yer brains out!"

Post me a note about one of your favourite haunts.

Current mood: in the twilight zone... it's almost 2am
Current music: some Third Eye Blind song