people watching/listening in DEN

KMoss, Greg and I are stuck in the Denver airport. Well, not really stuck. Just waiting. A lot. Not enough time after the mtg this morning to do anything fun - so we're concourse rats. Running the gamut from coffee to Sprite to gin to Diet Coke to water. Not flying out for another hour. (It's 7:35 MT right now.) Then not home until midnight. Yuck.

Some snippets:

* The chick behind me in the security line was on the phone to her mother, Coach purse on her arm, complaining how her boyfriend takes her for granted and even though he offered to pick her up at the airport she said no, because he shouldn't have had to ask, and she feels very taken advantage of. Sheesh.

* Guy to the left of KMoss and I checking in on Frontier was nailed by Homeland Security. His name on a no-fly list. The poor man seemed pretty calm about it, I would have been in the small windowless room in no time. I have a big fat mouth and have never been afraid to use it.

* I sang to the client today. SANG. Well, more like "read interperatively, with feeling." That was an experience.

* They are paging "Catherine Roach" and I feel sorry for her. "Miss Roach? Catherine Roach?" That poor woman. Imagine having a name like that.

* Frontier has animals painted on their planes - apparently to support their "Whole Different Animal" tagline - and the one we flew in on was a sheep. That sucks. I want the one with the wolf. Or the baby penguins. Or the polar bears. Sheep suck.

That's all. Over and out.