Today the PingWF team headed north for an assignment in Boston. It is one of those “Dirty Gig” things I do on the side, to fund this ongoing search for all things Wi-Fi.

My first Wi-Fi sojourn took me to Boston in 2004 and I was not disappointed. I can only imagine how many hotspots there must be in this great city now … ha … unless they are all frozen. Already 10 inches of snow on the ground there, as we take off from Dallas … but who’s counting? (I was scheduled to make a quick connection in St. Paul-Minneapolis and then on to Boston.)

We board.

First thoughts: “This is cool!”

I asked for any seat with leg room, preferably an aisle seat. “Heck no I Don’t mind sitting at the back if it means being able to stretch.”

Great move!

First of all, i got one of the few seats with no other passengers fighting for my airspace from their seat next to me.

Winning!

Interesting! I took a mental note that someone’s carry-on luggage in the overhead bin across the way had lots of cobwebs affixed between the case and wheel. I am guessing they don’t travel as much as me, although they may clean about as often.

I digress …

Quickly I checked to see if the plane had Wi-Fi. It didn’t. … (Need to have a word with Delta about that!) It was one of those long, skinny commuter jets with three seats across up front, and four seats across in the back. An E-175LR, if we might talk shop talk. (I hopped on a bigger Delta for the second part of my journey — St. Paul to Boston. It had Gogo wi-fi … nice.)

Gogo and Delta let me tweet. They let me Facebook. They let me update, follow, retweet and send out a few e-mails … at about 40,000 feet — 6 pings.

Next, about five minutes into the flight, the flight attendant told us we were in for one bumpy ride. The captain didn’t tell us direct, because I think he was holding on for dear life with both hands. I win again because being in the rear of the plane, i got to watch the heads at the front rock around … So I had a split second to prepare for every jolt of turbulence.

So even though we were all bouncing around like paddlers on a whitewater rafting adventure, I was somewhat chilled. I was actually still able to enjoy the ride and the view down below — which had gradually turned from a flat brown table of earth to what looked to be a giant salt spill. (Snow. Lots of it!)

Yes winning.

It got better.

Remember the little announcement about turbulence. Well, the second part of that message was that the flight attendants weren’t going to dare roll the snack cart down the aisle. Why do I find that so winning? Well … the announcement was made that the snacks got 86ed, right after they served the one guy in the back row.

Winning.

Not only did I get juice and biscoff, I also had a Starbucks sandwich I brought on board. Twenty rows of people in front of me were all hatin. Sitting as far as I could get from First Class, I was getting treated like a back row king … complete with refills.

How could all this goodness be showering down upon moi? Well, location. location, location certainly figures into the equation. For the first time ever, turbulence was a good thing.

And I had heard some winning advice before I got on the plane. Just before take off, a reporter on the tube at DFW was giving pointers to travelers who may get stranded, or delayed.

Her sage advice? Be nice! And she shared that old expression … something like “If you want to catch flies, use honey.” Something like that. So, I had vowed to be nice traveling on this day, as I headed to the Boston snowstorm of 2011.

One last important thing. Two minutes into the flight, my poor eyesight set all of this goodness into motion. I peered up the aisle, and I swear I thought the flight attendant had a piece of popcorn wedged deep into the part of her cute, vertical little hair do. As she approached I was about to exercise niceness and tell her diplomatically. Well dang! As she got closer, the popcorn was actually some sort of bling — a little diamond encrusted pin of some sort, down in her hair on the side of the head.

So, instead of politely telling her the parters last night used her for popcorn horseshoes, I told her “I like yo bling.”

She loved it … and yes … she took good care of me the rest of the flight.

Winning.

Know what I say in?