There were no cute flight attendants on leg 1 of my journey, but on leg 2? Ohhhh... A chunky-in-all-the-fine-places, bespectacled, high-yellow brotha who looks and sounds like he's from Philly. I wonder
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Waiting at the gate in Newark I found myself surrounded by a half-dozen steroid-enhanced, almost-legal, 6-foot tall slabs of meat. Each slab wore a similar navy blue warmup suit emblazoned with the word UCONN.
Gosh US Airways sucks. Not that there aren't other sucky air carriers but wow, US Airways manages to be so bad in so many new, exciting ways
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I keep forgetting the goddamn liquids requirements at airports these days. Thus my 4 ounce Purell bottle and my 4.5 ounce super-anti-dry-skin lotion didn't make it through the cosmetics grab security checkpoint. Grrrrr
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