Well – I am off for a week on St. John with five girlfriends for a trip we have tried to schedule for years. I am planning on sitting by the pool or beach with a Rum & Diet in hand for pretty much any time I am not sleeping, so I may not be blogging too much, if at all. (or if I do, it may not make much sense.)
Anyway, here is my new favorite guy to keep you company while I am away.
So I receive a confirmation email to my trip to St. John and it has me going into Harry S. Truman airport in St. Thomas. One problem: It hasn’t been called Harry S Truman airport since 1984 when it was renamed Cyril E King airport.
I suppose that in United’s world they sit around and watch Dynasty while playing Trivial Pursuit and listening to that newfangled Madonna – all while maintaining their databases with a brand spanking new Apple Macintosh.