IN THE MAIL: How to Live Forever….
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Monday, February 1, 2010
On The Road Again...
Heading out to San Diego today, back home Thursday. Lots to do out there, so the output may suffer. Hopefully, the other bloggers will keep up their stellar performance.
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Say hello to Phillip Rivers for me. You'll recognize him easy enough. He's the guy not in the Super Bowl.
Sounds a whole mess like that fella you was hangin' with who went missin' last year and claimed to be hikin' the Appalachian Trail. Y'ain't got a little Mexican somethin' out there in Californy do ya? If so, make sure ya take plenty o'pitchurs to post when ya get back.
Cad. Bounder. No, no little honey out here.
But I did have the distinct displeasure of having the aisle seat on the Southwest direct flight (BWI-SAN). For whom is the Southwest experience a surprise in this day and age? Well, the two numbnuts who sat next to me, that's who.
"There's no movie?" asked the large-ish woman to her smarmy male business colleague. "I had no idea that the seating was done like that? Why couldn't you get me an aisle seat?"
From there, it was nearly six hours of banality. Neither brought a book, a magazine, an iPod. Nada. Just banal work related conversation. It was hell.
It could have been worse. I sat beside an old Limerick hag flying from Shannon to JFK. She wouldn't shut up, I mean literally wouldn't shut up.
I finally bought a half bottle of Jamie from the on board duty free and got totally shit-faced. Passed out. It was either that or strangle her. Arrived at JFK fresh as a daisy in a wonderful mood for customs.
"From there, it was nearly six hours of banality."
Were they reciting your status updates from your Facebook page?
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