My trip so far.
Sat by a guy who smelled like way too much cologne on the way to Seattle. Sat next to a very nice couple on the way to LA, talked to the lady so she wouldn’t freak out during take-off/landing. Got to LAX and they held our plane on the tarmac because they screwed up gates and they had to find a new gate for us to be in, then they held us for twenty minutes in an immigration “holding pattern” meaning they keep you in your tunnel thing and small waiting area for all the international passengers to get their visas checked of another plane using your tunnel and don’t let the people who have a flight to catch in fifteen minutes leave to not miss their flight. And then you are freed to discover there’s no quality food in your terminal so I’m eating questionable pancakes. Gotta love traveling!
