I love this ride. No wonder you love to travel. Oh. This isn’t the way we’re getting there?
Is that it? Is that our plane? Do I get a seat by myself?
“Chicago. Chicago. That toddling town. Chicago. Chicago. I’ll show you around.” So my singing is a little off key, but it’s still a wonderful, windy city.
Waiting for flight #2 with a good book and a mocha. Uh, where’s MY mocha?
Oh. That’s our boarding call. See you.