Where I'm Calling From

This sucks! I'm sitting in the airport listening, against my will, to a traveling sale/serviceman proclaiming loudly to the southern-half of the the McAllen Intntl airport about this job and that job and this guy and that guy all while splayed across 3 seats because he's obese, loud and unreserved. He's happy about his loudness. I want so badly to reply to his conversation and jump-in wherever I can, but I don't have the balls to do it. My departure time in approaching and I don't think departure is happening as I watch the lightning and rain come-down to the sound of thunder. Meanwhile I'm tossing around the idea of going to into a marketing position with my company since my usual ideas about our software are so damn ahead of their time, yet so easy for our customers and applications trainers to grasp. But, no one's heard them yet, so I need to get into marketing. In fact I'm sending an email to a marketing contact I got today right now...brb...n...