I’d rather face a pack of rabid velociraptors then the endure the inefficiencies and indignities of modern air travel.
Now I know that only George W. Bush has a weather machine, so it’s not anybody’s fault we got delayed, but….
if we didn’t have to arrive 2 hours early for our public strip search then it would have significantly shortened the length of time we spent enjoying the hospitality of the airlines.
The worst part of an unexpected overnight in the ATL is the complete lockdown Coca-Cola has on the vendors. No diet Mountain Dew in site.
My summer paper is due today (by 5pm), Baby Lyle’s move in day is Tuesday, and I present this paper Friday.
I have tentatively scheduled a nervous breakfown for Friday afternoon. At a bar. Somewhere in Baton Rouge.
CREDIT: to Lyle for the title and the subsequent 12 second lecture and demonstration on how to save a google image WITHOUT taking a acreenshot.