rev:text
| - I don't really like flying, but I can generally handle it. For some reason, though, on a recent flight from Orange County I had a full on panic attack on the airplane- I was convinced we were going to crash. I have no idea why...it was a short, smooth flight and nothing unusual happened. But for the 50 or so minutes we were in the air, I was terrified. When I landed (I made it!!) in PHX for a 3.5 hour layover, the first thing I did was look for a bar. There was no way I was going to make it through my much longer flight to New Orleans if the first flight was any kind of indicator.
I found Jose Roux as I was walking to my next gate, and plopped down at the bar. It was relatively busy for 3pm on a Tuesday, and there was only one bartender behind the bar, but he greeted me quickly and with a smile, and when I ordered my drink he asked if I wanted to make it a double for just a couple bucks more. Well fine, since you twisted my arm, I might as well...
Two hours later and 2 (so 4) drinks calmer, I left the bar to go find my next flight. I left feeling very pleased with my new found calmness, and with the experience at Jose Roux. The drinks were very reasonably priced, especially given the fact that it was in an airport, and no one seemed to mind that I didn't order any food. At some point my original bartender's shift ended and his replacement wasn't as great (a little slow), but that probably worked out in my favor anyway.
|