Aaah, the familiar blast of air conditioning fans my face as we walked out of the gate from the plane... \n\nWhy is it that just one to two days before arriving in Arizona, it was 60 degrees?--the same degree of coolness as the bay, but when we touched Phoenix ground, it's all of a sudden 90 degrees??  And of course, when we leave next week, the temp will plummet back down (at least, according to the news).  The Gods have it in store for my fiance and I to somehow *enjoy* the heat as we visit friends and family twice a year in Mesa.\n\nAnyway, back to the airport..there was this lady parked on the loading zone for 15 minutes waiting for her party.  WTF??  In Oakland, they'll sic the security on you when you so as much touch the curb for 30 seconds without picking or dropping off someone.  I once nearly got into a car accident trying to avoid their palms from hitting my trunk..