Mar 11, 2005 02:23
After a 2 hour flight delay and turbulance over the Rocky Mountains, Jonathon gets delayed in Chicago until the next flight at 7am.
You better believe he's pissed. If he wasn't so damn exhausted, he'd be causing some serious damage. What a talker. I think? Something about slitting throats...
If I was in Indiana, PA right now, you better believe I'd be hitch hiking my ass to Chicago. Good thing I'm home.
After hearing the whole turbulance thing, I don't want him on another airplane. Especially since last week he decided to get paranoid and tell me he's afraid he's never going to see me again. Yeah. Not cool.
I hate airplanes. I hope we drive to Chicago next year for the conference. Both of them...