Thursday, February 12, 2009

Murphy, your Law can suck my left nut

So I hurry to my flight. Get yelled at on the PA with a possible lost bag, and get this... We are still on the ground. No pilots. At least the airplane is about 89 degrees.

I am betting the guy next to me that we won't be out before 7pm, he is the optimist. How can those people live with themselves?

At least my Chardon-ale is in my belly now.

I bet we leave here at 725pm. That would be 1:15 before the last flight of the night.

One final note: this donkey one row behind me is making googly eyes. I think I hear a monkey behind me too. If BH were here she'd go check it out.

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