I arrived at DFW Airport at 7 am, for an 8:15 flight to Washington Reagan. Then came the storms. The plane finally departed at noon. Which explains the non-existent blogging today.
Can I just say that when the revolution comes, any teenage girl who chews gum with her mouth hanging open, like a cow gnawing its cud, will be sent to a re-education camp? I'm not kidding! Won't someone please tell these girls how stupid they look? Ask me about my other solutions for pressing social problems that I came up with while cooling my heels at the airport. Go ahead, ask. Ask me if I'm in a good mood after all that. Spit out your gum first.
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"Ask me about my other solutions for pressing social problems that I came up with while cooling my heels at the airport. Go ahead, ask."
No one has taken you up on this yet? :) Okay, Rod: what other solutions for pressing social problems did you come up with while cooling your heels at the airport? Did any of them invoke the spirit of the late Douglas Adams, who in his novel "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul" penned these immortal words:
"It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression 'As pretty as an airport.' Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be the result of a special effort. This ugliness arises because airports are full of people who are tired, cross, and have just discovered that their luggage has landed in Murmansk...and architects have on the whole tried to reflect this in their designs."
Just give thanks that you weren't at London Heathrow, Rod, a place just below the nethermost circles of hell. :)
Airports are beautiful from the OUTSIDE -- as a little kid when your dad brings you to the end of the runway for the planes taking off to "whoosh" over you.
Not from the inside, though. Oh, no. Oh, definitely no.
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