May I Have Another Open Thread, Please, Sir?
Why, yes … you may!
It’s been a day of insanely uncomfortable travel, and it’s not over yet. This is being posted from my iPhone as I wait on the runway in a tiny cramped seat in a hot, stuffy plane, with a screaming baby two rows in front of me, and an overweight guy in the seat next to me who keeps nodding off and drooling on my shoulder. And it’s the last row, so the seat back doesn’t recline, but the guy in front of me has his seat all the way back, jamming my kneecaps all the way into my upper thighs. And this is after waiting an hour in a long line exposed to a frigid wind, to go through a security check by rude, irritable TSA drones.
Ain’t flyin’ fun?
Posting will probably be back to normal tomorrow, if my head doesn’t explode first.
Frank says: