I was joining in the cattle call of Southwest Airlines...I typically fly American in homage to my loving parents...however, that did not work out for this trip to San Diego (or Saint Diego for you Anchorman lovers). The cattle call of Southwest in interesting. People anxiously line up according to there letter (A,B or C). I was in the A group so therefore I got to get on board with the first group of Southwest patrons. The B and C group look so dejected knowing that they are not likely to get a window seat and will end up squeezing in between two others more fortunate to be in the A group. I made my way toward the back of the plane, even though I was in the A group the front window seats were taken. If you fly to San Diego you must have a window seat on the right side of the plane facing front so that you are able to see the breath-taking view of San Diego and the ocean as you land...if you haven't been there you literally feel like you are about to do a water landing. It is magnificent.

All this to say, the cattle call worked for me today. I had the perfect seat, the perfect view, and the perfect company to my left (a teenager reading US magazine who slept most of the time as opposed to the man who sat by me from Dallas to Austin who spent most of the flight reading his newspaper over me while I crouched near the window...personal space...hello!). Anyway, for you Type A predictable, safe, and organized people...Southwest is not for you. You should fly American or any other carrier that assign seats. For you fun, spontaneous folk...enjoy Southwest and the rush of finding the perfect seat. I am typically Type A in most areas, but when it comes to traveling I have been formally trained on flexibility (the life of stand-by child) and thus, I can tolerate the mystery of where I will sit.