Rambling Thoughts
We left Friday the 29th on the next to last direct flight to Rome on United and flew without incident to Rome. The only unpleasantness was provided by the surly waitresses–oh, excuse me, professional flight attendants who are on the plane for our safety–who slapped the unasked for stuffed noodles down on the tray, with a curt: “We’re all out of everything else.” Pasta? On a flight to Rome? With green stuff? The last time I ate cooked spinach on a United Flight I was sick for several days. When she uttered her brusque “You’re welcome,” I made the mistake...



