I really do NOT miss traveling. Especially when I have connecting flights and the gates are on either ends of the terminal with very little time between flights. Coming home from a recent trip, I flew from Sacramento, connecting in Phoenix to get back to the 'Plex. The flight from Sacarmento to Phoenix pulled up to the gate as the flight from Phoenix to DFW was boarding - literally - and the gates were about a half mile apart.

And, there was a little exitement on the second leg of my flight out to Sacramento. (It stopped in Phoenix too, but it was on the same plane) I'm already in my seat and this really big guy with tattoos on his neck and tear drops tattooed on his cheek is walking down the aisle. I'm thinking, "Please don't let this ex-convict sit next to me." Then I notice he has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket and there are two big guys, dressed in black walking with him - one in front and one in back. Then I realize, he's not an "EX"-convict. I'm on friggin' ConAir!