Once again, I felt extra self-conscious when the purser walked up to me in my seat at 44H, introduced herself, and told me to just contact her if I needed anything.  I know, I fly a lot, and that makes me important, but I guess they’re trained to treat me as more important than I think I warrant.  I’m glad that doesn’t happen too often – I don’t want to get used to it and then become one of those snooty jerks who always think they deserve special treatment (and usually do deserve the special treatment of a good kick in the pants).  It was a little weirder this time, because she remembered my name throughout the flight and sent me off with an “Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Stücklin” when I passed her. 

I watched “What happens in Vegas,” which was silly enough to be entertaining, though I’m thankful people only ever act that consistently dumb in movies. 

Our business partner picked me up and drove me to my hotel, and although I’d felt fine upon landing I nodded off in the car.  Once at the Millennium Seoul Hilton, we noticed that there’s also a big Casino attached to it.  It looks like unwittingly I’ve had a casino-themed trip.