Flying the First Time By Herself
I looked at my watch again . . .25 minutes until my flight. In the background the video poker machines were continuously making their annoying “ding, ding, ding noises. I looked a second time at my watch and computed the time difference between Nevada time and Montreal. I had heard about the infamous “red-eye flights” but had never actually taken one. I had broken even, during my stay in Vegas . . . which compared to many of my friends reports . . . was pretty good. Still one of my goals was to possibly meet a nice young lady . . . but I had struck out in that department. Time suddenly slowed to a stop . . . as she walked up to the check-in desk. She carried a small purse appropriate for …