Fancy

We've safely made it to the Valley of Ruby - land of no cell phone service and very slow Internet.

Turns out that Carolyn, much like her mamma, is an expert flyer.  She slept the entire flight, waking up only to be fed.

This gave me plenty of time to people watch, which really makes sitting in the airport, waiting for a delayed flight, worth it.

My seat mate's name was Natalie.

She was one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen - tall, thin, tan. 

She was a dancer of some kind.

She brought a bag of snap peas for a snack.

Really, tall, thin, Natalie?  Really?  Snap peas?

She also had a sterling silver bookmark with pink and purple beads attached to a drangonfly charm.

Of course!  I mean, I usually just dog-ear the page, but I guess that bookmark works, too.

I felt shabby next to her - what with my spit-up covered shirt and wet ponytail.

That was magnified three thousand times when she admitted that she had once wanted to be a flight attendant but it turns out she was too tall to apply.

Huh.

You don't say. 

I wanted to be a flight attendent, too, but it turns out I'm too beautiful.  Looks like we all have our own crosses to bear.

I was feeling pretty bad about myself.

Then she took off her shoes. 

And her socks were dirty.

I smirked.

All I could think was, "Well, Natalie, not so fancy now, are we?"