Spent the weekend back in Cleveland. Some kid discipline drama, but the great weather and a trip to see the Tribe play Seattle almost made up for it. You can't beat a walkoff win in extra innings. Plus, I got to go to Mitchell's -- twice!
On the flight back when the flight attendant asked the exit row passengers whether they would be willing and able to help in an emergency, some loser bag of pudding actually said no and had to be reseated. She was reasonably young and fit, totally able to do the job, just didn't want to. In fact, she bounded out of the seat with remarkable agility when the flight attendant found her somewhere else to sit.
The fact that this woman was wearing a Yankees shirt probably had nothing to do with her selfish and petty attitude, but you never know.