Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity.

I don’t know why I put the title of this blog post in French. I don’t believe I am near anyone speaking French, we are nowhere near a French speaking area of the world and I am not headed towards New Orleans. Perhaps it’s because AirFrance is a partnered airline of this flight home.

I am sitting at ATL (Atlanta) gate A02 awaiting the boarding call for Delta flight 793 to Syracuse. This is my last flight of the evening. It was suppose to leave 30 minutes ago but it has been delayed until 56 minutes from now. It’s raining and very windy at the moment. This doesn’t bother me. I know we won’t fly if conditions are not safe. That’s not the way the FAA rolls, even when the government is shut down.

I am trying to look like a serious passenger in this photo, but I’m not really that serious. I’m serious about flying, because I love it, and delays and bad weather don’t really bother me. I have never been on a flight that scared me out of my wits, and if I a 1940 Piper J-5A can land safely after the engine seized before turning final, I’m sure that we can get an MD-80 where it needs to go.

I just don’t worry about these things.

As mentioned in my previous post, I just enjoyed a quick dinner at the PF Chang’s here in Terminal A. I’m kind of like Raj on “Big Bang Theory”, after a beer or two I’ll start talking. I had a nice conversation with an older gentleman named Stuart and his wife (I didn’t get her name). They were on their way to Cincinnati from Rome, Italy. The wife was cranky due to the 10 hour flight they had just endured, Stuart used the word cranky, but he was in liquidy good spirits and didn’t mind talking to the bald man that was flying solo. It turns out that he used to go to Colgate University a lot and used to fly a Cessna 150 in and out of Hamilton Airport. My Dad and I flew in an out of Hamilton Airport in that aforementioned 1940 Piper J-5A. Maybe we crossed paths with Stuart sometime before. My grandfather would have described him as a friendly sort. He asked if I had my private pilots’ license like my dad had. I told him, “not yet”, but that I wanted to. When he asked how old I was and I told him that I was 45, he told me that I had plenty of time, but not to wait too long.

These are the kind of things that excite me about travel. I feel bad for folks that don’t venture out of their comfort zone. Life is so interesting outside of the comfort zone and in the right circumstances, it’s not all that uncomfortable.

A woman just commented to me that I am an incredibly talented typist. I guess I am.

The MD-80 headed for home is awaiting a pilot. We should be leaving on time, provided that the pilot arrives from his current route from Gulfport on time. He just has to do a safety check. Piece of cake.

I am finding non-home-cooked food to be quite salty lately. Usually I enjoy a salty flair to food, but the food I’ve had whilst eating out the last couple of experiences have tasted very salty to me. Maybe at age 45 I’ve reached my salt quota early. Perhaps I should look into other seasoning options. 

I’m watching planes take off from my vantage point, and they quickly disappear into the clouds after take-off. I think we might have a bumpy spell after take-off, but I know that all involved will strive to find an altitude that gives a comfortable ride. That’s what the airlines do these days. That’s why it’s a breeze to fly.

I have asked myself every day for the past couple of months that if today was my last day on Earth, would this last day be a good day for me. And like every other day that I have asked myself this question, my answer would be an undeniable “yes”. If you’re not happy, you’re not living, you’re enduring.

And quite frankly, I’d rather live my life instead of just enduring it.

So I am on my way to a weekend adventure with our friends Jeff and Mark in Durham, N.C.  On my way to the airport, I came to the realization that I hadn’t had any lunch and that I would probably not get much to eat in between here and there, as eating on a plane is usually limited to a bag of peanuts and half a can of diet pop. On the bright side, since I’m taking two flights to get from here to there, I will manage to squeeze in a full can of pop by adding the two half-cans of pop from each flight together.

And they say math is difficult.

In many areas of the country there are interesting restaurants and the like near the airport of said destination. In Syracuse it’s a different story. Syracuse Airport is actually near the Village of North Syracuse and while there’s a lot of chain restaurants in the area, nothing that I would really call “nice” comes to mind immediately. I decided to indulge my curiosity and gives these new “Satisfries” a try at the Burger King closest to the airport.  I remember this location from my childhood when it was actually a Carrols¹, but it’s a Burger King now and it’s been there for a long time.

Upon entering the restaurant I noticed a warning sign on the door that proclaimed no videography or still photography was allowed in the restaurant. I think this sort of thing is kind of bogus and I was a rebel, because I noticed that a group of people had just left a HUGE mess in the dining area.  

Now, I think that I’m a pretty responsible citizen of the United States (rebellious photography notwithstanding) and for the life of me I can not figure out how anyone could leave a public place in such a state and not give any care about it. This is mind boggling to me and such activity only leaves me to be seriously concerned about our society as a whole.

So I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich (hold the mayo!) and the new Satisfries. They smelled and looked like fries, albeit krinkle-kut fries instead of the usual shoestring fries that Burger King serves (I think).  I’m thinking the krinkle-kut approach is so they can tell the difference in the fryer, but that’s just me.

The first thing I noticed about the fries is that if you like salt, you’re going to love these because they are really salty. Like, the way salty fries used to be before people cared about sodium and all that. I liked that, though my blood pressure probably doubled in the process. As far as fat content and coatings and all that stuff, I couldn’t really discern a difference from regular fries and I suppose that was the intent. Other than the krinkleness of the fries, they seemed like good ol’ unhealthy fast food fries.

After watching a very large woman make her way to the self-serve drink station not once but TWICE with a 32-oz cup, and watching her fill said cup with regular coke², I finished my meal, made my way around the mess in the dining room and headed for the airport.

I was barely in the airport ten minutes later when I was making a bee-line (not the Florida tollroad) to anything that resembled a toilet. I didn’t care if it was unisex, no sex, all sex or a potted plant, but I needed to use the rest room. Immediately. I found this curious as I had done my business at home before leaving for this little journey, so I’m thinking the Satisfries did something to my digest system. Or it could have been the premium chicken (hold the mayo). Or it could have been the fact that I ate at Burger King at all, since I tend to avoid that sort of thing nowadays. 

I felt much better 10 minutes later.

Did I find the Satisfries satisfying? At the time of consumption, yes I did. However, based on my one experience with these, if you’re going to eat these things, I would suggest that you plan your rest stops accordingly.

Best of luck and bon appetit.

¹ The Carrols brand is still alive and well in Helsinki and I have actually considered flying there to see if the fast food there is as good as I remember it being when I was a child.

² I really struggle with the revenue model implemented by the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare) when I see people blatantly making poor health choices and then the entire population ends up paying for these poor health choices. While I believe that everyone is entitled to health care, I believe that people need to be accountable for their own actions. I don’t have a solution to the problem, so I don’t wretch about it too loudly, but I don’t think that any of the legislated or proposed ideas fulfill the need adequately. I think a societal shift is in order and I don’t see that happening anytime soon.