Thanksgiving Flying

Hope you all had a pleasant weekend with family and friends.  I worked Thanksgiving morning, flying a Boeing 757 from Los Angeles to Fort Lauderdale.  It was a full flight.  I had not worked a holiday in over ten years so I was surprised at all the people flying on Thanksgiving.  Leaving LA at 11:30 am we were scheduled to get into Florida at 7:45 pm.  It seems that no matter the day of the year people need or want to get someplace even if it means missing a holiday.  The passenger mix was normal with a little bit of everyone.  It oddly seemed like a normal day to me. The flight was uneventful, the weather in Florida perfect. I spent the night in Coconut Grove and took my first officer out for whatever sort of dinner we could find as by now it was 9:00 pm on Thanksgiving night.  A short walk from the hotel is an area of eateries and bars catering to tourists.  If something was open it was going to be there.  Geared toward people younger than me, the establishments have names like Bahamas Breeze, Tequila Joe’s, Rave, Rum Runners, etc.  These places have never done much for me, especially the ones where you can’t hear yourself think let alone the person next to you screaming in your ear.  Sometimes though, these are the only places open at 1:00 am still serving food after a long day of flying.  Most of these establishments are very understanding and sympathetic to our need for food.  A few of these places know were pilots when we walk in as I was told at one place that “usually every night two guys that look like the two of you walk in here at about this time looking for something to eat”  So much for trying to be anonymous.   The only place serving food was an outside bar.  The first thing I noticed were the people sitting by themselves, hands on a drink, staring into their glasses.  I have always wondered what it is they see or don’t want to see in those liquid crystal balls.  Sadly, this was the best they were going to do today.   Our waitress gave us the menu which was limited to wings, tenders, and other deep fried delicacies.  I asked her if anything else was available and she informed us that the only other thing was a “Thanksgiving like dinner”.  Upon further questioning of the young woman, I ordered what was supposed to be a turkey dinner.  Within 5 minutes a white jacketed chef emerged from somewhere I was never able to figure out.  He just sort of appeared out of nowhere.  He served us two huge plates of turkey, dressing, potatoes, yams, and pumpkin pie.  We dug in and didn’t say much to each other while we ate.  Our waitress however, was a talker.  Perhaps it was my father like appearance that led her to go on about her boyfriend who doesn’t give her enough attention.  I’m sure it was obvious to her that once our plates were put in front of us we were not going anywhere.  A fire hose could not have moved us out of our seats, so we were a captive audience for this young woman’s lament. The men staring at their glasses saved us as they individually ordered new drinks in new glasses.  We left with bellies full and smiles on our faces.  Being able to find a meal like this, on a day like this, at a time like this, is tough.  Sometimes the best things happen when you stumble right into it.