The flight from Chicago to Cincinnati was remarkable in as much as I was able to listen to the history of the education of the daughter of the woman across the aisle from me for the entire flight. She was only getting to 4th grade when we landed but what a fascinating adventure! It started in pre-school with Mrs Carthy. I know it was Mrs Carthy because she repeated it about 40 times. She told the story of the sparkling, lovely, creative, talented daughter with ADHD, or maybe she said HGTV, but I do know that every time she referred to her daughter she said, "my delightful, adorable, smart daughter with HGTV." As it turns out this same daughter is also hyperkinetic and apparently never stops talking or moving. This came as no shock to me because her mother also was unable to stop talking. But we hit a glitch in 3rd grade, which is why we were only in 4th when we finally landed. In 3rd grade, the teacher of this amazing, thrilling, genius (and we know that Jesus gives us all genius capabilities we just have to uncover them because she explained that in detail to the poor woman she was talking to) daughter's new teacher felt that the children should adjust to her teaching style rather than the other way around. Can you imagine? I recall when Sr Quinta adjusted to my learning style. It involved a metal ruler.
Just about this time I started weaving a rope out of my socks and looking for something strong enough to hold my weight.
Right now I am in the Delta Skymiles lounge which is sort of a waste of time since it is 4 miles from my gate and it's too early to drink and it's filled with people, most of whom are on the phone talking really loudly and there are a lot of children behaving as one might expect children to behave in the presence of free cookies and coca cola. Gasbag on his phone next to me is "looking to implement fillers for management monitoring systems for the check piece of the cycle so it becomes a system of continuous improvement, does that make sense? Well to be quite honest with you . . . where are my goddam socks when I need them?
I just repeated some idiotic thing he said (You're going to have the opportunity to define asset management under the umbrella) a little too loudly and in a silly voice and he looked at me. I think I'll go sit at the gate.
