Story and photos by Scotty Bondo
The flight to Orlando was packed full of kids. We had never been on the same plane with so many potential noisey bio-hazards.
“Honey, did you pack the ear-plugs?” I asked quietly as we settled into our seats.
It was spring break for Summit County, Colorado and apparently Orlando has a small Disney problem that attracts the crotch fruits and their parental support units. I made a note to myself that flights through Orlando should be better timed, perhaps during the super-model spring break. The flight was actually fine — and quiet, suprisingly. Regardless I was still even more convinced to get that vasectomy I always wanted.
The next plane to Miami was on a 19-seat puddle jumper, so small we even got out to help push at one point. Why they had such a small plane flying from Orlando to Miami we could not figure out. Seemed like that would be a popular enough flight to warrant a plane with jet engines and a flight attendant. But the pilot was sober and there were only adults aboard, so we were both glad when we finally were airborne.
The internet flight and internet rental car worked out as promised without any help from William Shatner or garden gnomes, so we were on our way to the beautiful Florida Keys. I had my lovely girlfriend with me and some new snorkel equipment. We were looking forward to a great week in the sun and surf. The rental car came with an RFID Sun Pass to breeze us through the tolls (and report back our movements to big brother) so nothing was stopping us on our trip south. The next stop was Marathon Key.