<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Well it seems that Jaclyn is brimming with confidence, enough anyways.  And of course, we shall not go starving with menu abilities.<br/><br/>I get up with our area cleared.  The flight attendant looks our way and I wink at her, chuckling.  She giggles and shakes her head.<strong>“We’re out of your hair and not one demand by the very demanding Warcaof.  I will travel this airline again and request you specifically! . . . <em>Hee-hee!</em>  I suppose you’ll now tell me it doesn’t work that way.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Well let’s go Jaclyn.  No dawdling, these planes are on a tight schedule.”</strong><br/><br/>As we move out, I add,<strong>“I shall say I’ve never <span class="bbc_u">officially</span> been in Dubai.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“We must send Corrine flowers for her arrangements.  It all seems stellar scheduling.”</strong><br/>