Love was in the air, literally, on a flight to Palm Springs


On most of my flights into Palm Springs International Airport, I spend the time reading, napping, or just trying to ignore the smell of Patchouli oil coming from the elderly couple sitting next to me. One guy, flying into the airport on Saturday, used his time on his flight a little more effectively.

Damn. Who knew that some time in the air and a few mini bottles would lead to a new romance so quickly? Well, other than that guy.