Back in Chicago. The plane ride was bouncy. Very very bouncy. Nevertheless, the plane survived and touched down gently. There was a couple sitting next to me on the plane. I found them annoying and wanted to toss them out the window. The female portion of the unit was a wee girl. She wore little denim shorts and spoke in a baby voice. She kept her head buried, face down, in her boyfriend’s lap the entire flight time. I tried to ignore them and so I busied myself reading: Get Anyone to Do Anything: Never Feel Powerless Again–With Psychological Secrets to Control and Influence Every Situation.