When in France...Or the coach disease
I think I may have caught a cold for the first time in many, many years. The last time I had one, I think was 8 years ago. I know how it happened too. I flew coach. I went to Europe last week to do some consulting. I was supposed to leave on Saturday, but before day, about 5AM my time on Friday, I get this call. Ike was coming and the team was flying through Dallas, Could I possible leave early? Like in a few hours? Now, I love Paris, so it didn't take too much persuasion to have me packed and at the gate in three hours. Normally I get upgraded on these trips, and I knew my Saturday flights had been upgraded, but seems like everyone had the same idea. The flights were full of folks trying to outrun the hurricane. I held my breath until the very last minute, but lo and behold, I was seated in the back of the plane. On both flights. I met my colleagues in Dallas, and we must have looked real pitiful because the flight attendant gave us free wine after we whined about eating wit...