I was in Dallas several weeks back for a few days. Work took me there. I’m in Dallas several times a year for various
reasons. I like Dallas. The people are nice, big Texas sunsets use up
all of the sky each evening and it has what I like to call the culinary duo of
awesomeness: fantastic barbeque and Mexican food so good it has its own
subcategory, Tex Mex. It also has the
Dallas Cowboys which, unlike brisket smoked at 200 degrees for 8 hours, I don’t
particularly like. However, I would like
to see an NFL game in their stadium.
It’s a real dilemma.
As usual I was thirty something on the upgrade list and as
such took my assigned seat at boarding.
This happened going and coming.
No real surprise. Well, except
for the fact a week after the Dallas trip I was upgraded on both flights to and
from Los Angeles. Both legs. That never happens. To top it off the return leg was a plane that
spends most of its time flying over the Atlantic to and from Europe. International plane means lay flat seats in
first class. Lay flat international seats
pose a dilemma almost ask stark as my Cowboys stadium conundrum. Do I watch one of the 20 plus movies
available at my convenience or do I take a nap in a perfectly prone position at
35,000 feet?
A four hour flight meant I did both. Win win.
Chances are I happened to be in the right place with the
right Delta airline status at the right time and got upgraded. Or, just maybe, somebody at Delta read the
MGB in Socal post and decided to take care of me. Which is awesome because that means my readership
is now a cool baker’s dozen!
