TRAVELING AND HOTELS
Rick had put into place a February trip to Mexico months in advance of the winter of 2015. This was in direct response to the winter of 2013-14, the one that piled up massive amounts of snow, held temperatures down well below freezing with a relentless tenacity and saw us burn our way through two cords of wood while paying out heating bills that rivaled our rent. Rick wasn't putting up with another forecasted blast of the same in 2015. The kicker here has been that the harshness of 2014 hasn't materialized in the Midwest the way either the American or European weather models had predicted. The tickets we purchased back in October for our February get-away were non-negotiable and since we had purchased them using mileage we couldn't retrieve what we had already spent. So even though the escape now seemed less critical we decided to still pack our bags with enough underwear for eleven days and take the plunge into the warmth of Merida, Mexico.
Now each time I arrive at the departure gate I'm forced to survey the crowd and begin my checklist for passengers whose tickets I believe should be revoked. The obvious, no shirt - no shoes: no go. Many a man has tried to circumvent this rule with the sleeveless tee. I'm not buying it. The last thing I'm looking forward to is a sweaty, meaty, hairy arm pushing its way onto the arm rest next to me. Pajamas and sweat pants. Ladies, there is nothing attractive or appealing in seeing you show up as my potential seat mate ready for bed without the prospect of even a good-night kiss. Why anyone would want to wear these flabby excuses for comfort that actually do make your ass look big is beyond me.