I feel kind of like the mother in home alone. I've been to Taipei, to Guangzhou, to Minneapolis, to-where am I now? Actually, I'm still in Minneapolis St. Paul, waiting for my 4th and final flight. The flight from LA to here was uneventful, except for a few computer problems, which caused the attendant call lights to turn on, and some of the reading lights to turn on randomly. Mine turned on around 2 AM. It didn't bother me, but the guy next to me was asleep, so they taped a menu over it. Very classy, Delta. That flight seemed so short, compared to my last one.
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