Rode a plane

I'm traveled, y'all!

Rode three planes in the last 24 hours! First to the "Big Apple" where Buffalo Wild Wings servers cracked each other up with videos on their cell phones and butt grabs passing each other at the register. A few minutes later, while waiting in line at JFK, I noticed fellow Moscow-bound flyers lining up so studiously. And this confirmed the generalization about Russians (from where in my past, I don't know) that they queue up very well. They stood for a long time, and upon hearing an announcement of the flight's delay, they dispersed dutifully.

While standing in the second iteration of our single-file line (among the thick coats and Russian conversations), an older shorter woman was standing parallel me. Neither of us were winning the battle to sneak ahead of the other -- but doing our darndest to keep our competition a secret. After about five minutes of that, she broke the stand-off (pun not avoided) and turned directly towards me, caught my eyes, and said "Cheesy Potatoes." She immediately turned away from the line, went to sit down across the waiting area, and helped herself to whatever lunch she had packed.

Her tone was not one of pouting or anger. More like: "I'm going to sit down and eat while you hold my place in line. See you in a few minutes." So "Cheesy Potatoes" means the above sentence in either Russian or New Yorkers' English. Don't know which she took me for. Anyway, the line moved ahead while she enjoyed her lunch and I never found out which dialect I don't speak. Any clues from you (the reader) would be helpful.

Next two flights went smoothly; immigration at TLV, too. Tonight I'm crashing on friends' spare bed. Couldn't be more content.

PS. This is what I saw of Moscow

Snowy runway