(Almost) the happiest guy on Earth.

Tonight I said, “If you can plug in my laptop behind the bar, bring me Dos Equis draft and a Green Chile Cheeseburger, I’ll be the happiest guy on Earth.”

“No problem,” she said.

“Lots of green chile.”

“You got it.”

Then she plugged in my laptop, but it seems there is no juice in that outlet. That’s the “almost” part. It’s the only outlet in the bar that’s not in a closed section. I’m typing as fast as I can.

I’m not supposed to be here right now. I was taking a leisurely morning in Merry Olde England trying to find Internet access. I was foiled by little things at every turning. I was checking in quite early for my flight and a dude asked it I wanted to jump an earlier one. “Cool,” I thought. I’ll use the extra layover time in Dallas to get in touch with everyone.” I had to hustle to make the flight, but I was on my way dang near three hours ahead of schedule.

I didn’t notice that they also gave me an earlier flight to Albuquerque. Once I got through Immigration and customs in Dallas I looked to see what gate to go to. It was then I noticed the time to begin boarding had already passed. D’oh! After an airport sprint to the gate I took five minutes to try to get online but the pay service was so slow I hadn’t even managed to give them money before I had to go.

So I landed in the Duke City three hours early, and nobody knows. But you know, that’s OK. Of the airports I’ve been through on this trip, this is by far the best one to hang out in. Free Internet, green chile, and, of course, beer. It’s quieter, and just a lot less hectic. In the end, things worked out pretty well.

5 thoughts on “(Almost) the happiest guy on Earth.

  1. I have now reached perfect bliss. There was juice in the outlet, It just wasn’t reaching my machine for whatever reason. I banged my AC adapter against the counter a couple of times, re-re-re-plugged it into the laptop, and it’s working now.

    Well, OK, it’s not quite perfect bliss. I’d need an IPA for that. But damn, it’s close.

  2. Yeah, isn’t it great to have the world’s first airport-based microbrewery right there in Albuquerque where you can get green chile too.

  3. I too had to sprint through the Dallas airprt to catch my flight after coming in from London.. I didn’t have time to check my bag so it almost made it as a carry on. They were waiting on me to push off. You should have detoured to Little Rock for the microbrew tour.

  4. Hope it’s going well. IN a small communist era hotel in a small Hapsburg era town, with wireless. TIme to see if I can catch up on the emials…

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