Sorry I'm late to the thread. I was returning to Tucson on a business trip. Which reminds me of a story...I know, I know, you're all shocked. Anywhoo...it was one of those Southwest flights where they just let you pick your own seat when you get on. I was like the last one on, and wouldn't you know, the only seat left was next to these two smart alec young whippersnappers who were sort of making fun of my age, in a tone and volumn that were designed to make sure I could just overhear enough to get the idea. I thought I'd try to make nice and offered to go get the first guy a coke. He said "Sure thing, old timer! And make it snappy." I had taken my shoes off to be comfortable, and didn't even wait to put them back on. I just got up, thought "I'll be the better man," and whent to get his drink. Came back, and the other punk says, "Hey...where's MY coke?" So I grit my teeth, go off, and return with his drink. As we were landing, I put my shoes on, and...dangit...those two punks SPIT in my shoes when I went to get them a drink! Well, I could hold my tongue no longer. "Y'know," I said, "At my age I've just about lost patience for these kinds of juvenile pranks. Ridiculous. Spitting in an old man's shoes. Peeing in someone's coke!"