Flying is an adventure. People who fly to get somewhere on time are living in the wrong century. And if you think you can fly in March and not occasionally be affected by adverse weather, you're head is in the sand.
If you've ever been subject to the trials and tribulations that come from flying via the Air Mobility Command to foriegn destinations, you would see this as a mere inconvenience. "Gee, when's the USO showing up? I'd like some coffee. Oh! They don't show up on weekends?"
I know just how Isaac feels--I had to drive to Home Depot this weekend and because they didn't have what I was looking for I had to drive another 2 miles to Lowes. Very frustrating.
By the way, Ann links to Isaac's second account, so don't miss this first: REGRETS, WE’VE HAD A FEW. My favorite part:
We regret that when an elderly lady asked "did you call my name," our customer service representative responded, "no, not unless your name is Stand Back," which customer Spaceman found so funny that he laughed out loud, which caused passenger Middle-Aged-Brush-Cut-Hill-Staffer-Type to ask aggressively if passenger Spaceman was laughing at his mother, which caused passenger Spaceman, feeling that MABCHST was laughably threatening him, to continue to laugh, which did not exactly smooth feelings. What we regret most about this was that we did not have it on video to post on YouTube.
Thanks for the link. For the record, an "adventure" is when you run into Vincent Price in the cave when you're trying to re-bury the bad-luck idol. I don't call nine and a half hours in line an adventure. That's just not the kind of thrill-seeker I am.
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5 comments:
Well, boo-effin' hoo.
Flying is an adventure. People who fly to get somewhere on time are living in the wrong century. And if you think you can fly in March and not occasionally be affected by adverse weather, you're head is in the sand.
Well
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is funny.
If you've ever been subject to the trials and tribulations that come from flying via the Air Mobility Command to foriegn destinations, you would see this as a mere inconvenience. "Gee, when's the USO showing up? I'd like some coffee. Oh! They don't show up on weekends?"
I can't stand that I wrote you're instead of your. I really hate that. In my defense, I changed crazy to head is in the sand.
Their, I feel better :)
I know just how Isaac feels--I had to drive to Home Depot this weekend and because they didn't have what I was looking for I had to drive another 2 miles to Lowes. Very frustrating.
By the way, Ann links to Isaac's second account, so don't miss this first: REGRETS, WE’VE HAD A FEW. My favorite part:
We regret that when an elderly lady asked "did you call my name," our customer service representative responded, "no, not unless your name is Stand Back," which customer Spaceman found so funny that he laughed out loud, which caused passenger Middle-Aged-Brush-Cut-Hill-Staffer-Type to ask aggressively if passenger Spaceman was laughing at his mother, which caused passenger Spaceman, feeling that MABCHST was laughably threatening him, to continue to laugh, which did not exactly smooth feelings. What we regret most about this was that we did not have it on video to post on YouTube.
Thanks for the link. For the record, an "adventure" is when you run into Vincent Price in the cave when you're trying to re-bury the bad-luck idol. I don't call nine and a half hours in line an adventure. That's just not the kind of thrill-seeker I am.
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