SERENISSIMA, MY @SS
VENICE, Italy We malinger on the Roman runway a few hours. Someone checked a suitcase, then skived off the flight. Security's pouring over the hold, the engine's snarling and I'm sitting in the back row beside the open door. Sonic massage.
Eventually I arrive in Venice and glance at my watch. "Could have taken the train faster," I comment to my speedboat captain.
"You would have had a better time," he says.
"Si, certo," I yawn. Cause that's politer, in any language, that "duh" ...