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• Finally, we left the security area and I started feeling a little more confident until we came to a big sign over the entryway. My wife and I found little comfort in the words written: Terminal Entrance. Contrary to their "friendly" little sign, I did, in fact have plans of returning.
• Our flight plan called for a two-hour stopover before arriving at our final destination. Nothing quite compares to spending a free hour or two at an airport. Did I say "free?" Allow me to recount that opinion.
• There is absolutely nothing free at an airport. I cannot prove it, but I am sure they have figured out a way to charge for the air we breathe.
• For instance, a 15-cent cup of coffee can cost in the neighborhood of $17.95. I don't even like visiting that neighborhood. If I lived there, I would move.
• However, being the good natured, charming individual that I am, it does not take much to make me happy. All I need to allay any stress is a simple cup of coffee. Have you ever noticed how things seem to go a lot easier with a steaming jolt of java?
• With a full hour to spare at the airport, my wife and I looked for something to occupy our time. Then I espied the perfect diversion. With a mischievous twinkle in my left eye, I looked at my wife and said, "Let's get a cup of coffee and relax a while."
• One thing I can always count on my wife, she knows a good thing when she hears it. Unfortunately, she does not hear it too often from my lips. Walking over to the coffee shop and, being the man, I approached the counter to place our order. "I would like two regular coffees," I said with anticipation to the young woman behind the counter. The thing that makes a man a man is that he always knows what he wants. It is that confidence that separates the men from the boys.
• The young woman looked at me, snapped her chewing gum several times and
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