No Bag, No Rum. No Problem Man.
This is a continuation from the previous blog... After being redirected from our connecting flight in St. Thomas to San Juan, Kim and I decided we had politely been hoodwinked into giving up our seats. "It's because we booked on Expedia." Kim said earlier. I joked with her that it was that very comment that manifested the whole thing. She told me she thought it was because I asked for seats together and thus drawing unwanted attention. We laughed as we retold the story from our own vantage point. The flight went without incident for the most part. A young mother sat across from us with her three small boys. They cried quite a bit, ate snacks, drank Coke, then went spastic. We accurately predicted the latter after the food and beverage service. They were cute even while driving their mom crazy (her own words). "I have three boys myself, I've been there." I reassured her. We exchanged pleasantries and she told me my boys were all grown up. I'll...