Saturday, October 13, 2012

Breakfast While Watching Planes


At least twice a year we go to a cafe at a small airport, eat breakfast and watch the planes taxi down the runway.

The cafe breakfasts are delectable—omelets that ooze with fillings and cheese, pancakes with hidden fruit, and cinnamon-raison bread.

This morning I watched a woman walk by the cafe windows pulling a bright red helicopter— on a dolly. Only when I left the restaurant and read the sign—helicopter rides with Ellie— did I realize that her promenading the helicopter past the glass was a way of advertising.

She even gives helicopter lessons.

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