Adam and I drove over to Tampa International this evening. Southwest was reporting the plane was coming in a little early, so we left a little early too. We had twenty minutes to kill in the terminal, so we hit the ubiquitous Starbucks, and picked out a table looking out across the escalator pit (leading to baggage claim) towards the shuttle departure/arrival station for the Southwest gates (Airside C – if you’re familiar with TIA). Adam was already excited, and slamming a vanilla bean frappuccino only added fuel to the fire. By the time they arrived on a shuttle, Adam [...]
is hard enough
