Dad??? Is that you???
There. That should keep
you here long enough until
you find out it's all a lie.
We already know.
Don't you just love when
a nefarious plan comes
together??
That's not quite how Hannibal said it.
and less...
long-windedness after this.
Whew!
Dang. I thought we were going to get someone we LIKED, like Elle.
And really, the less said
about me, the better off
you'll be in the long run.
Ye....err I mean no way, tell us more.
My long-time readers will
be able to attest to that.
I hope it's not a urine test. I studied for days for one of those and still failed.
Actually, more of a con-test.
Reminds me of a joke I heard years ago about pro and con being opposite, so the opposite of progress is...
(one person mentioned it)
That's all it takes? Well, heck, I want a new contest where the prize is a million dollars (heck it can even be Canadian) and I'm the only contestant.
And if my guess is right...
that should be no one.
Huh? What?
I know I've already lost interest.
Huh?
Yes, it results in me being
swamped with PMs, so...
So, flood pkondz? Got it.
No.
Say "yes" if you think so.
I said no.
Um... I'm not waiting.
Let's get this thing going.
So, just like DW...she doesn't listen either.
<double shudder>
FYI, a shower is a sorry substitute
for sleep, but it is the second
best thing to it.
I had a buddy of mine who used to say sleep is a poor substitute for sufficient amounts of caffeine.
(Just some personal stressful
things that were going on
at the time were keeping me up.)
So you'd think by now I'd be
used to it!!!
Sorry.
It is? I thought it was who can give the greedy mouse the most money?
No one wished me a bon-voyage.
Bon voyage!
3. It's less tiring than
using my arms.
So one valid reason out of all listed.
Listen, lady. If I could take something
out, I wouldn't be bringing it to Florida.
What about sharp scissors or dull screwdrivers? Hmm?
I can't imagine having to be up
and at work by 3:30am.
I think you can.
Oh. Wait.
I can imagine it.
Sounds more restful than
what I'm doing now.
See?
I had all kinds of stuff in there,
and assumed it would get searched.
But, of course.
At least
something went as expected.
Guess which one was deemed
"okay" and which was tossed.
Go figure.
Vanilla Bean Frappuccino
and a molasses cookie.
I hardly ever go to Starbucks,
mostly owing to the fact
that I don't drink coffee.
But there's no coffee in this
drink and those cookies?
I hardly ever go to starbucks because of their insane prices and I not only don't like coffee, don't like the smell either.
There were a f... hecking lot
of books with similar titles!
What the f... heck is up with that?
Must be Canadian authors. All that pent up politeness has finally reached a boiling point?
What can I say except...
But at least this time,
I didn't have a small, dull
screwdriver with me!
Good, at least not
that.
I was directed into a side room.
A room I became familiar with
when I last did this trip with
Elle, earlier in the year.
Ruh roh.
In the next room, you wait in line
to approach a kiosk that takes
your photo and asks you questions
like:
Are you constipated?
My flight was scheduled
to depart at 9:45am.
I made it through
customs with time to spare!
Cool!
I got to my gate
which was disconcertingly
empty save for a lone
WestJet gate attendant.
Ruh roh again.
But!!!
He then said. "Hang on."
And darted down the airtube
Was he just messing with you or was there actually a chance?
He pecked at his keyboard
for a bit and told me the
good news. I was rebooked.
And an hour or so later,
they announced that
WestJet's flight to Orlando
was now boarding!!!!
Not that it mattered...
I wasn't taking that one.
I had a four hour wait
for my flight.
It turned out to be just
slightly less expensive
than incurring the ten dollar
no-show fee.
slightly is better than more I guess.
Eventually we boarded
and settled in...
And waited...
I think I understand why you like driving long distances.
Oy!
(And only because of the
movie Sully... great movie
if you haven't seen it.)
At this point, though,
I really didn't care.
I can't imagine how many times you must have thought or said what else can go wrong only to find out.
Can you guess what score
I gave them???
-100?
I marked that as 5 and when
asked why, I wrote that
I didn't eat anything.
(It was early in the morning
and wasn't hungry.)
makes sense, but for me, if they're going to charge me for it, I will get it and give to someone else
"Is this insulting email supposed to be funny???
What the hell! I’m stuck nowhere near my destination and you focus on the only thing I didn’t complain about? For real????"
Wow. For you, that's pretty stern, but probably nicer than I would have been.
Perhaps not my finest hour,
but I was a tad... cranky by then.
Ya think, maybe? Maybe you had good reason (reasons...many of them)
I noted
one passenger who had
come... prepared.
This dude had brought
an entire pizza onboard!
I was in awe.
That's pretty impressive. Can't bring a bottle of water, but an entire pizza is fine.
I have to admit that I was
not as thrilled as I normally
am when I first ride
the fake-o-rail to the
main terminal.
I can't imagine.
That poor girl.
She tried. She really tried.
Numerous phone calls.
Numerous questions.
She spent almost an hour
trying to track down my bag.
That's impressive...that she took that much time/effort. Many would just say sorry sir, you're out of luck.
She discovered that Delta had
indeed, at some point, been in
possession of my bag.
At some point in the crazy amount of delays.
Disney's bag service was closed
for the night and she couldn't
find out if they'd recovered it or not.
Dang dude, I'm not sure if it will allow me to put any more sad emojis...I think I've used up my quota.
Well... that's a fairly wonderful
way to end my day.
And by wonderful, you mean not at all?
In my slightly befuddled state,
I began to wonder how long
I could go with only one pair
of underwear.
And Steppesister wasn't
around to ask for advice.
You'd be asking the wrong question...the number would be zero, not one.
The CM took my hesitation for
displeasure, rather than confusion
and upped the offer to $100.
Hesitate longer next time
The selection was... not great.
Eventually I picked something
that was the least un-palatable,
grabbed the shaving cream...
Ummm...you're going to eat the shaving cream?