Uh, oh... am I in trouble here? Man. It's only been a couple of days, and already I need an alias! Some things never change, I guess!!
First off, Mikey, you never know what The Minivan and Panaca Jane discuss once we leave at dusk, and they have the ramp to themselves. Maybe Jane is just trying you out... to see how far you'll go with another airplane. Hmmmm. It does sound pretty un-female, though. I'm going to have to think on this one. Maybe there's another dimension here.....
As for me being the bag lady, well, I just got called that yesterday as I walked across the ramp in Boise. The parking guys had taken a vote, and all agreed that, indeed, I looked just like a bag lady. Wow! That sure makes a girl's day, I can tell you!! Almost as much fun as being mistaken for the janitor (Ely '06), OR a student pilot (North Las Vegas '06), or the SEAT clerk (Winnemucca '06). Gawwwd!! And people wonder why I keep upping my medication every season.
So... yeah, it's the Bag Lady / Soccer Mom / giant nylon pilot chrysalis. Yup!! Good to hear from you!
And, by the way, I took the loyal, true, trusty White Minivan back to her stable yesterday. Always a bittersweet flight... the last one of the fire season. She's back in the caring hands of all the great mechanics we have, soon to be doing some other job, full of PhDs and researchers, instead of smokejumpers. I gave her a big hug on the nose and a kiss goodbye and then had to run quick before the mechancs called 9-1-1 for the funny farm wagon to come fetch me.
Okay.. back to reality here. I'm in the SLC terminal headed home, and I can tell you, this airline stuff isn't what it used to be. I never knew lip balm could be viewed as a lethal weapon. Crazy!!
P.S. Do you know what DELTA really stands for? "Deliver Everybody's Luggage to Atlanta".................