UA1260 BOS IAH 0845 1158 738 2B The PC was as usual nearly deserted. The banana bowl was completely deserted. Luckily for all, in the hour I was there both at least partially filled. Being somewhat bloated this day and not being able to take my medication for operational reasons, I ate, one by one, giving others a chance, which they did not take, every available banana but one, as I am tired of the Continental breakfast. I dawdled a bit, as I now choose aisle seats, and arrived midboarding. Had to put my bag a bit aft. My seatmate, who for various reasons, including a persistent failure to figure out the tray table, could have been pegged as an infrequent traveler, asked for his omelet to be made with EggBeaters, and the incredulous refusal was met with puzzlement and succeeding louder requests for EggBeaters (reminding me of the adage if you don't get what you want, just shout), which abated surprisingly promptly when I explained to him that the breakfasts were not made to order but were rather preloaded on the aircraft, having been concocted in a cross between a laboratory and a factory. He meekly ate every bite of his cholesterol bomb breakfast, seemingly enjoying or at least tolerating it. The guy on the aisle opposite had some similar request that my insufficiently Mrs. Kravitzlike ears couldn't quite pick up but whose denial was met with less good grace. I think it might have had something to do with fresh-brewed decaf. I passed on food, my tooth beginning to act up; a glass of Courvoisier came as a brimfull triple. Toward the end of the two-hour layover, the bananas lost their effect, so I had a two-piece dark at Popeye's - this came as two drummers. Bummers. Next time I have a craving for fried chicken at IAH I will ask for two thighs to correct. As I couldn't chew on one side, my tooth hurting something awful, tearing the chicken flesh off the bone was awkward and probably a sight to behold.