I'm back at my desk, wading through stuff. Lots of stuff. Good stuff and neutral stuff. Thankfully, no bad stuff.
The worst part of travelling is the catching up you have to do when you get back. Oh, and the long waits in the airports. And the intellectually gifted (do you detect a hint of sarcasm?) people-herders and security people at the American airports. And the narrow seats in the airplanes.
But it's usually all worth it.
I got off the plane last night, breezed through Canadian customs, got out to the exit and in line at an airport limo stop, and waited for a ride to where I had left my car. A fortyish blonde dashed in front of me, and then to the front of the line. Everyone in the line, polite Canadians all, watched and did nothing. I thought it was a bit cheeky of her to do that, but it didn't even occur to me that she might actually try to hog the first limousine. She did, though. I would normally have given her the elder statesman type of lecture that guys my age can often get away with, but I was still very mellow from my Panamanian trip and couldn't be bothered.
Why do some people think that they can do this sort of thing. Do they not consider anything outside their own little sphere of life? Is nothing or no-one else important enough to consider? Beats me. I don't understand it.