flying is the shit or flying is shit or flying shit or shit.
long day of airline hilarity. numerous delays, missed flights, rebookings, mechanical malfunctions, plane reassignments. up at 4:15 am so i could putz about airline terminals and plane interiors for fruitless hours on end. i did get a free minibottle of vodka to silence my silent rage (jos: well actually, something silent would not need further silencing.) it beats covered wagons, right bitch? i am home and that is nice. now for sleep.
posted by casual ninja at 11:43 PM
5 Comments:
I hate hate hate flying during any holiday period. I don't really like flying at anytime, but I'm never scared, just generally irritated. But at holidays - bleh. Everyone is all cranky and the weather always delays stuff and things are much too crowded. I'm glad you got home, though. Maybe you can walk back...
Airports make me think of camp. Concentration Camps! The piped music, the lines, the searches, the directions, the gates, and then finally, after walking through the creepy ass plank to the plane you sit down underneath these ventilated gas valves. Yes, I think my hatred of airports/airplanes qualifies as a class BX9 neurosis.
i hate those vents in airplanes. it seems like they should just have a sweaty man with a cold blow his breath onto me for all the sanitary comfort it brings.
also, those vents remind me too much of the gas they administer to put you under for surgery, an off rubber smell barely hidden by some artificial fragrance pumping into your face against your will. ah, refreshing!
I think I would like flying if, instead of other passengers and seats, there was just a giant waterbed and an open bar. Also a stuffed grizzly bear in the corner.
My mistake. I confused flying with Tom Selleck's summer home. Sorry, everybody.
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