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I have this thing where, nine times out of ten, I fall in love with the airline stewardess on my plane. I love being served crappy refreshments by an attractive (or equally well-put together) lady who is totally in control of the weird, stuffy place that is an airline cabin. I flew back from North Carolina the other day, and the flight attendant was so badass. She kept interjecting these chatty asides to her safety spiel. “There is no smoking permitted in the cabin at any time, which I’m sure you all know by now, but I just thought I’d go ahead and let you know about that!” Hey, go ahead! She ruled. She even gave out the entire can of soda, as opposed to pouring a single cup portion and stashing the remainder on the cart. I hope that the faceless suits in a Delta boardroom somewhere know how lucky they are to have her.
After a year of travel, I’ve really come to enjoy the imbecility of the airport experience. The insult that is security, being forced to tip-toe through various glass barriers in your socks while they x-ray your Nikes. Making it through to be trapped in glass, steel, air conditioned, commercial carpeting hell with nothing to do but semi-seriously consider buying crap that would be completely undesirable to you in the real world. Sitting down for a $9.00 beer while the waitress acts like you’re in a real restaurant, when the reality is that you’re seated next to a bank of payphones, within earshot of the unmistakable symphony of automatic-flush toilets.
Today is the first day of my last semester of college. How exciting. No more teachers, no more books, just the inevitably crippling march through adulthood toward death. Ha! No, it's probably about time. I'm really getting too old for this anyway. Maybe I should speed the process and drop out.
After a year of travel, I’ve really come to enjoy the imbecility of the airport experience. The insult that is security, being forced to tip-toe through various glass barriers in your socks while they x-ray your Nikes. Making it through to be trapped in glass, steel, air conditioned, commercial carpeting hell with nothing to do but semi-seriously consider buying crap that would be completely undesirable to you in the real world. Sitting down for a $9.00 beer while the waitress acts like you’re in a real restaurant, when the reality is that you’re seated next to a bank of payphones, within earshot of the unmistakable symphony of automatic-flush toilets.
Today is the first day of my last semester of college. How exciting. No more teachers, no more books, just the inevitably crippling march through adulthood toward death. Ha! No, it's probably about time. I'm really getting too old for this anyway. Maybe I should speed the process and drop out.