I am terrified of Texas. My one and only experience there was when I had to spend a night at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. I remember thinking only two things, but I remember them very clearly:
One was "I didn't know people actually carried dogs around in their purses"
The other was "These women probably think I am a pre-pubescent panda named Ling Ling"
Plano prominently features everything everything I try to avoid in life - huge portions, prolonged exposure to the sun, slabs of red meat, Dr. Pepper, country music, Frito Lay, guns.
My flight is Sunday at 5 PM. I feel totally and woefully unprepared. A Calgarian winter followed by a Texan summer - very funny, ThoughtWorks!
Jesus, take the wheel.