Well, that might not be totally true. The plane ride tomorrow is kind of for work. I will be attending meetings and such. Let's say it is the last plane ride for THIS JOB.
I'm hanging out at the Saskatoon Airport, where l will fly to Calgary to catch my connecting flight to Toronto. It will take me 9 hours from the time my plane takes off until it lands. That's not taking into account showing up early, checking in, going through security (no customs this time).
When l was returning my rental car, a guy in the next stall was returning his car also, l offered to him a book l had finished. It was a really good novel by Ken Follet (?sp?). He declined since he had 3 of his own, but he offered me a shitload of candy. So l broke the rules and took candy from a stranger. And no, l didn't end up in his trunk going down a dirt road to the woods.
He had all this cool kind of candy and was just going to leave it behind in the car. He was a rep for a candy manufacturer, and was in town for a trade show. Let's just say, l got the latest, greatest sugar goodness.