Achy Breaky Shake 'n Bakey

Anakin Skywalker stopped by today - only he was in the form of a middle aged woman. She had mostly short hair with one small braid extending from just behind her right ear down to the middle of her back. Just when you think mullets can't get any worse...

Our second fashion no-no of the week happened during the same event. A man in his mid to late fifties came to the conclusion that prudence was on his side when he pierced both of his ears - one of them twice.

The week ended how it began - with a child vomiting. The first occurrence was enacted by my my manager's son on the way to the airport. The last episode involved a small child at the back of the return flight, and a stewardess with a bottle of air-freshening spritz. A light spritz may contain the less onerous odors of aging carpet, or a particularly difficult bout with the lavatory - but the regurgitations of a young person call for something a bit more stout. Thus my manager, who was sitting in the youth's vicinity, came to sit at the front of the plane with me. We played war with a deck of cards - I won.

Across the hallway from us was a Melleluca convention. Friendly people, but I didn't get any free samples. What I was really hoping for, though, was a sales battle between their head honcho and ours. I can just picture the ensuing exchange of seemingly sincere questions and feigned interest. Each probing the mind of the other, hoping to discover the hidden purchasing reservations and thus gain ground in this encounter of death. And all of it done with a smile. I have a feeling the Melelluca people would have won by a slight margin - they're a bit more aggressive than we. We only proffered information when an inquiry was made. They invited me to their conference next Thursday saying "It's only a plane ticket away!" - ruthless.