I drove to the airport early. Noting that when I arrived in Newark, everything that coould go wrong did and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to get lost, make a wrong turn, yada, yada.
I did make a couple of wrong turns and almost got smushed by a tractor trailer on my A$$.
When I got to the terminal I went to the wrong floor, stood in the wrong line, and forgot to take my cell phone out of my pocket while going through security. All in all everything went smoothly.
When I got to my seat a young man was occupying it. I mentioned that I believed he was in the wrong seat. He moved over. Later the flight attendant spoke with my seat mates and said after take-off they could move to the back row and share three seats between the two of them. She then came back and offered me the back three seats thinking, that I wanted to sleep (I always carry my own pillow). I gladly accepted. I really don't like to fly and usually have not been able to sleep anywhere except in bed most of my life.
We were served dinner, I ordered two drinks, watched the movie Get Smart, and promptly went to sleep. I slept most of the flight, waking just in time for the continental breakfast as the cart went by.
After eating, were in the air for just another 40 minutes.
Landing I found my way to baggage and then through Customs. I breezed through Customs and walked out the door. Guess who was there waiting for me?
Spousal Unit. My god did he look good.