I am now back in the USA. My trip back to the USA was uneventful, except,
- The first leg of the flight was interrupted in mid-flight by the fact that the airport in question was so fogged up that nothing could land. The airport is in a city whose name rhymes with "revoit", if "revoit" were a word. So we got diverted to another major airport before the plane ran out of fuel.
- It turns out that our captain was clever and did not go to a major airport but to a minor little one. Since apparently he was the only one who thought of this, we were refueled and back in the air before any of the other delay victims were.
- I still missed my connection at the original connecting airport. But I got the next one. Annoying but not too bad.
- On the next (and last) leg of the trip, I sat next to a woman who seemed like an experienced flyer. Except, she wasn't. Obviously, not---because she didn't apparently realize that the seats were small. Now, it wasn't her trying to take up all the space; it's that she was the first person to complain to me that I was taking up too much. Lady, I can do very little about the fact that my shoulders protrude by a considerable margin on either side of the tiny seat. So I can squish you, or I can squish the guy on the other side. Most people take one look at me and realize that it's a lost cause.