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Post by siamesesin on May 27, 2011 15:19:29 GMT -5
Wow...just wow. You let old people handle things like that for you? What if they fall and break a hip? The kids will at least have something to eat.
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Post by Crowfan on May 27, 2011 15:31:14 GMT -5
That's a good point. I should have considered that.
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Post by Don Quixote on May 27, 2011 21:13:12 GMT -5
Just to let you guys know...
I'M NOT ON THE BEACH!
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Post by Mitchell on May 27, 2011 21:14:12 GMT -5
But you do have a sandy taint
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Post by Don Quixote on May 27, 2011 21:25:53 GMT -5
Indeed I do. But that's just because I don't wash it.
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Post by Don Quixote on May 27, 2011 21:26:08 GMT -5
And I have sex with camels.
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Post by Crowfan on May 28, 2011 8:21:19 GMT -5
How is that working for you?
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Post by Mitchell on May 28, 2011 14:14:16 GMT -5
He has a sanded taint, how does it sound like it's working out?
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Post by Crowfan on May 28, 2011 14:23:13 GMT -5
Does the camel have one hump or two?
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Post by Don Quixote on May 28, 2011 19:04:15 GMT -5
It has as many as it takes.
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Post by Crowfan on May 28, 2011 21:22:30 GMT -5
So that's why Joe Camel is always smoking.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on May 29, 2011 23:08:12 GMT -5
GOD DAMNED KARMA!!!!!!
I woke up at 5 this morning to catch an 8 am flight because my wife is nervous about missing flights. Not a problem.
We have one connection. First flight: totally smooth.
Second flight: ...
At the end of the runway, ten minutes after we're supposed to already be in the air, the pilot says we have to go back to gate because of "a problem in the rear galley." Out of coffee? Not enough ice? Who knows.
We taxi back, the captain informs us that "The concessions people are on their way." Ten minutes after we pull into the gate (what the hell were they doing before that?) they're on the plane. Fifteen minutes after that, we're in the air.
All is smooth...we're flying over Chicago, I see familiar landmarks, and, if I tried, I'd be able to see where I live. I see the storms, but I'm not worried. Until...we start circling...and we start rising...and we continue circling.
Captain: "Well, folks, there's a thunderstorm right over Midway, and we don't have enough fuel to keep circling until it passes. So we're going to fly to Indianapolis to refuel and wait for the storm to pass."
Now is the part where I mention that the last 30 minutes has been the most turbulence I've ever been in. I don't get motion sickness, but this time, I got motion sickness. I almost lost my peanuts at least three times, but I was lucky. But from the sound and the smell around me, I'd guess about 1/5 of the plane wasn't. One guy across the aisle from me didn't have a barf bag, and ended up puking in the smoothy cup he'd brought. Nice.
We land in Indy. I've been on the plane for 3+ hours for a flight that was supposed to be 1.5 hours.
My wife goes to the back of the plane for whiskey, because she's a rational woman. The woman in the seat directly in front of me seems to be garnering a lot of attention from the two women on either side of her. Turns out she's almost passed out, has puked on herself, and isn't speaking clearly. I'm trying to figure out how to break this to my wife (who's a doctor but who hates situations like this) when a woman in the row two ahead of us turns out to be an ER nurse.
My wife returns, already having downed a quick whiskey and full of stories of people lining up to hand their puke bags over to an obviously *very* nauseous young flight attendant, when she figures out what's up. She heads back for the blood pressure cuff, she and the ER nurse do their thing, talk it over, and decide this woman needs to be off the plane (she's had two heart attacks, has now been sitting still for four hours, which puts her at risk of blood clots and possible strokes with her blood pressure history)...fun stuff. I've never seen my wife do her doctor thing with a whiskey in her hand, but it turns me on. The ER nurse looks a bit scandalized.
The EMTs show up, wheel the lady out, and now the crew has to go through about 1/2 hour of extra paperwork because of the medical emergency. (This whole time, my wife and the ER nurse are talking on the woman's cell phone to her children, who live in Chicago, not Indy...they realize at the last minute that they should probably return this phone to the woman before she leaves in the ambulance outside.)
Finally, vague order is restored. We taxi out to the runway where we have to sit for another half hour because every other plane wants to go back to Chicago, too.
I only count one more person throwing up on the shaky flight back to Midway.
Lesson learned: I probably shouldn't brag about being on the beach.
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Post by Don Quixote on May 30, 2011 5:42:18 GMT -5
You can never have something good happen to you without something equally bad happening to you. Which is why it is best to merely trudge through life, enjoying nothing.
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Post by Crowfan on May 30, 2011 8:16:35 GMT -5
I hear that.
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Post by Mitchell on May 30, 2011 8:38:56 GMT -5
I only count one more person throwing up on the shaky flight back to Midway. You flew Southwest? Lesson learned: I probably shouldn't brag about being on the beach. Post hoc ergo propter hoc. I love doing that to you.
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