that didn't last long!

Well we are sitting at the gate... waiting... it's 20 min past schedule. something about auxiliary air?

And looks like my new friend ditched me back at the airport, somewhere. I can't find him 

tucked among my things. He probably thought LA sunshine sounded better than Seattle cold and hopped on with someone at the next gate over. Oh well. Pen Men come and Pen Men go. Do we cry? goodness no.