On My Way . . .

Outside gate B18, Terminal 3, YYZ

Laura and the kids dropped me off and left right away. I immediately checked in, went through security (I have metal in my shoes, apparently) and now I am in the waiting area waiting, of course. Any one who knows me knows I love airplanes and airports and I can't help but feel excited when I look at the window and see the big jets being loaded up and taxiing, or when I look at the departure screen and see all the destinations in store for the many people waiting in the check-in lines. I was hoping they'd have a window seat available because I would have my eyes glued to the window for the entire trip but, alas, no, they only had an aisle seat in the emergency exit row. I am excited about this but don't want to appear too excited lest someone mistake me for an out of town hick who never flies. Having a laptop to pull out and work on helps to fool people, I guess.