So normally in this situation I would have said, “Let’s get a cab and go find some ritzy place to have lunch.” But Bryan was on a diet consisting of a) bananas b) saltine crackers c) soup, so we couldn’t. Neither did we think that hanging around in the sun was going to be the ticket to a good time.
The Orlando airport, on the public side of security, is a giant mall. At one point we tried to find a travel chess set in one of the shops and failed, though we did find travel “Hungry Hungry Hippos ™” and about fifty different Sudoku books (alas, no Kakuro). On the non-public side of security, it’s a wasteland. Nary a *$ to be found (sad, since I wanted a chai latte).
Anyway, the flight home was fine and Bryan got better and we actually had a really good time, with the exception of that 24-hour period that Bryan was vomiting/unconscious (from the anti-emetic injection they gave him – it was a type which tends to make people sleepy as it acts on the brain to stop nausea – he slept in the cabin, I read The Satanic Verses on the deck and reminded him to drink a glass of Gatorade every hour or so).
Next week, a comic with fewer than 22 panels! I am excited.