Made it to Toronto last night and I have to say that my boss owes me one.
He took my seat on the plane and I ended up with his - not only did I have a guy next to me who kept farting in 10 min. increments, there was also a toddler on someone’s lap behind me; the kid just thought it was the best thing to alternately put the traytable up and down and kick the seat. Furthermore (yes, there is more - it’s amazing how much annoyance can fit into a 4 hr. flight) there was buttcrack man, right across the aisle from me, who was not only hairy, but also very up in my face with his buttcrack.
But, peoples, I have to tell you that still, this was the best flight I have been on in the last 15 years - I was childless! I did not have to entertain, soothe, feed, wipe puke or anything like that. So even with all the above, I was totally Zen.
After landing in Toronto we got the car and were on our way in Toronto traffic to Kitchener/Waterloo, with a little excursion to find a liquor store on the way. Apparently there are no open-container laws in Ontario and when we got to the hotel 2 hrs. later the general mood was good.
Got settled into the room, went to dinner - and yes, there was more buttcrack. Drunk buttcrack that is and even though I asked him to pull down his shirt (seriously, how can you not know that half your ass is hanging out????), this crack was way better groomed than the one on the plane.
I made it to bed with only a few glasses of wine and a mandatory Pina Colada and now it’s time for some pre-market conferences. Non-hungover for me and hopefully with less buttcrack today.