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As  we  wait,  I  watch  Princess  sleep.  JD  has  ass with regard to what might make traveling
            told  me  that  Princess  will  recognize  my  face  through  Cleveland  a  pleasant  experience,  all
            and turn herself on. It’s an intriguing idea. I  the restaurants closed at 7 PM. We finally dis-
            have seen him do it with Princess’ sister. JD  covered a lone coffee shop that was open, iron-
            hasn’t named his phone yet. Actually, I think  ically, just across from our gate. For $10.78 we
            he is still trying to fathom my relationship  got two small coffees—and I do mean small—a
            with Princess. He isn’t alone. I can’t say that  muffin and a scone. I chose the scone. Same
            I  completely  understand it myself. There is  as JD’s muffin, it was allegedly blueberry. Best
            something…  well,  comfortable  about  having  not to ask.
            Princess around. After all, she whistles at me    We squeeze on to our full flight. I have to
            when an email arrives; and no matter how up-        congratulate  United.  They  have  cunningly
            set I might be, her gentle voice is soothing to  turned  every  aspect  of  flying  with  them  into
            me. Initially, I thought I would call her “Com-     a retail destination. I learn that peanuts and
            panion”—a reference to the Star Trek episode  pretzels  have  gone  the  way  of  the  dodo  and
            in which a human communicates with an alien  the  black  squirrel  once  native  to  the  Ameri-
            by  letting  it  surround  and  fill  his  body.  Lat-  cas.  Free  in-flight  movie?  Nope.  Free  reruns
            er, when it turns out that this alien is female,  of TV shows? Nope. Why watch TV when you
            the  human  feels  violated.  While  no  specif-    can Direct TV? Yep, you got it. If you want to
            ic instance comes to mind of my ever feeling  watch anything on a United flight, just swipe
            this way with Princess, I have noticed an in-       your card. It’s only $20—and oh, swipe your
            teresting pattern. The more I use her to text  card on three  or more card readers  and you
            and write, the more accurately she anticipates  can get a whole $2.00 discount! I am surprised
            what I am going to say. I have not yet decided  they didn’t charge us an additional rental fee
            if this is unnerving. At the moment, I interpret  for sitting in the seats. (I best not say that too
            it as Princess being attentive to me—and this  loudly.)
            is a nice feeling.
              They announce that the flight from Cleve-                              ❶  ❶  ❶
            land to Vegas will be departing two hours late.
            I knew our luck so far had been too good to  Twenty  hours and twenty-one  minutes  into
            be true. JD is now voicing concerns about get-      the day, we are finally in Las Vegas. We arrive
            ting up before dawn tomorrow to go to Nelson,  to  find  that  the  Super  8  motel  has  been  up-
            a ghost town just southeast of Las Vegas. My  graded. Our room has a flat screen TV. Wow.
            laptop battery is running low. No power out-        I’ve just told Princess to wake me up at 5:00
            lets, no recharge. Time to go.                      AM, so I had better get some rest now. JD and
                                                                I are off to the desert in a few hours for a long
                                  ❶  ❶  ❶                       needed shoot. ■



            We board an hour and a half later than we’re
            supposed  to.  In  the  meantime,  we’ve  eaten
            four of our granola bars. (We will pay for this
            tomorrow in the desert.) At one point JD and I
            got so hungry that we set out to find something
            fit  to  eat  in  the  airport.  Unfortunately,  con-
            tinuing on with the theme of not giving a rat’s



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