So I’m on a business trip to Salt Lake City today and tomorrow, hence the sparse publishing…sorry about that. So we get in to the airport in Salt Lake City last night and we are waiting for the shuttle, which is just a fancy word for van, that will take us to our hotel. It arrives, and my co-worker, Phil and I pile in. To set the scene, there is already two ladies sitting together in the first of three “van benches”. Phil takes the far back van bench, and I, acting in a normal, healthy, human way, take the second bench myself. I know this is boring, but stay with me because this is wear the odd thing happens. So we make another quick stop at the other end of the airport and three more ladies get on. The first on, hops on as a third person on the front bench. Odd, because who wants to make the bench a three-seater, but I forgave it because someone had to go three deep, and I figured she was just taking on for the team. However, when the next to ladies got on, the first one sat next to me…no problem…and the third one sat next to her! Making our row a second three seater and Phil was in the back by himself! What the hell? The correct configuration would have been 1 row with three people, and 2 rows with two people! Who the hell makes a row a smushed three seater when there easily could have been two comfortable two-seaters? What the hell is wrong with that woman? Is she not human? All humans are born with slight, but healthy fear of too much physical contact. Its a good thing, particularly with strangers, and this woman just threw that one good human instinct and took a crap on it. Why the hell would you do that, not only to the other two people, but to yourself? What sense does that make. Ridiculous.

More on Salt Lake City later.