I've become a regular...

It can be nice to be a regular. To walk in, and the waitress recognises you and brings you coffee (and lots of creams & sugars) with the menu. It says something about my life, though, that the place this happens is the restaurant in the U.S. departures area of Ottawa International Airport. *sigh*

Travails of travel

I was worried that I wouldn't have internet access this week, given that I'm staying at a Super 8 Motel in Monette, Missouri. Not exactly a fancy place, not exactly a big city. But, surprise, when I power up, I've got a wireless network called "guest" in range, and it's open access. And free. Sweet, I can post this...

See, that's the good bit. The bad bits is that, once again flights were delayed. And Northwest managed to lose my luggage. Or, at least, if they know where it is, they managed to seperate it from me. And DTW was chaos. And the rental car is a piece of junk -- it's a Ford Focus, but it doesn't seem to be in great shape, with a front end vibration and most speeds over 50mph. And some nasty road noise at a couple different speeds.

I went out to dinner, had Mexican hoping for some flavour. They brought the chips with two salsas, offering me a choice between the "mild" or the "hot". It was Mexicans running the place (or at least the looked Mexican, as did some of the clientele), so I considered mild, but went for hot. After about three chips, I had to ask for hot sauce & dump a bunch in. With wockets of hot sauce poured over the food, it achieved flavour. (Even the "hot" sauce wasn't all that hot -- some flavour, a nice smokey back drop [probably chipotle], but not all that hot.)

And, I made an emergency shopping trip, acquiring emergency supplies: socks, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, toothbrush, deodarant and hair brush.

The joys of travel.