Well folks, I leave for just a little while, and come back to find I've been subpoenaed as a witness.  Imagine that! And I'll say right away that I betcha I know why. Remember that blog entry about the fight I witnessed – oh about three months ago? Well, hey, hey... I guess I'm now a witness to that or something. No problem. Gotta do what you gotta do right? My dad asked me if I regretted calling the police. I said haaaaill no! If I see two people beating each other half to death, you better believe I'm gonna call the freakin' police! I'll be damned if I'm just gonna sit there and let people kill each other.
Anywho my trip's over. I'm back. And it's been grand. Really awesomely grand. Well with maybe one teensy weensy exception: The Atlanta to Fort Lauderdale part of my flight. It really sucked - not one, but TWO screaming crying babies who really know how to scream at the top of their lungs – I think one of them wants to be an ambulance siren when it grows up. And oh yeah, how can I forget the window seat without a window (yeah that's right, I picked the only stupid “window” seat where there's no freakin' window, and the passenger directly in front of me not only decides to close her window shade (lol...that I was trying to peer out of... hehe), but of course she decides to recline her seat back as far as it could go (I'm sure if she could, she would've reclined it right onto my lap).  I'm so glad I was only on that tin can of a flight for just an hour and a half.
Oh wait a minute, I forgot, before actually taking off on that so-called 1 hour, 31 minute flight, we had to wait on the runway for about 40 additional minutes. And I waited along with everyone else ....of course, in my boring dark windowless “window” seat, and of course the little screeching screechy monsters waited along with me. On the bright side (certainly no pun intended here!), whenever I would get up to use the lavatory, I didn't even have to bother remembering my row number – the unusual dark crevice I was seated in certainly stuck out like a sore thumb.
One good thing about layovers though: if you have a lousy flight, it'll soon be OVER and you catch another flight. It's as if the former were nothing more than some bad dream about seeing your boss, Irv, in polka dot speedos. And trust me, Irv does NOT look good in speedos! Anyway, whoever Irv is, I'm so glad he's your boss and not mine!... 
Yeah, that flight sucked.
But, anyway, who cares!!! I had an exceptionally good time on this trip! It's like wow! Man are my nieces getting big! Wanted to see the relatives up North and I did! I wanted a chance to swim in Lake Michigan, and I got it! I got to visit three states that I had never been to before! And of course, I finally fulfilled my practically life-long dream of seeing the Mall of America in Minneapolis! It even has an amusement park INSIDE of it. I rode on the roller coaster there and a few other pretty cool rides. Granted, it's not exactly Six Flags - but c'mon, for a mall, this is an awesome amusement park! Come to think of it, how many malls do you know of that have an entire amusement park in it???
It took me three solid hours to explore all three of the main levels. There's even a good-sized cinema on the fourth level. Below the mall's first level, there's an aquarium, which takes up two levels of it's on. The place is awesome. The place is HUGE! Nonetheless, I have to wonder how they managed to cram over 600 stores into the space in that mall.  For someone who has a major fascination with exploring shopping malls, to say I was having a field day seeing every bit of this one, is a bit of an understatement. Don't you think?
And of course, I've got the souvenir I've always wanted – a map of the Mall of America..;) Yeah baby!!! 
I have to admit, though, one notable moment of the trip was what seemed to me the exceptional friendliness of a (fairly good-looking) chick manning the cash register at a convenience store in Des Moines, Iowa. Was it just Iowa hospitality? ...or something a little more?  Who knows? I'm just not accustomed to such friendliness. I love South Florida and all, but that kind of niceness practically doesn't exist down here,  so it came as a shocker.
One thing's for sure. We've got beaches to die for! I think I'll go to the beach tomorrow.:) As the old jingle goes, home again, home again jiggidy jig!
Nighty night y'all.
- the Fuchian 
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