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Posted on 07/12/2005 8:11:36 PM PDT by HairOfTheDog
New verse:
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Just then the elevator rings and Dhuuuuuuude steps out. He's rumpled and sleepy. His hair is a mess and his shirt is untucked. So I lay some of my obscene morning perkiness (it's a blessing and a curse) on him. "Oh, Hi! I'm so glad you're here. I needed to check out about 15 mintues ago. Running late! Need a receipt!"
"Oh. I, like, didn't know you made an appointment to check out."
"Well, usually, when I'm standing at the desk I'm ready to check out." Saccharin smile. I get my receipt and toodle-doo him goodbye.
Getting to the airport is a piece-o-cake. I even got there an hour and a half before my flight. No problems with my reservation, short line for security. Got some breakfast, tore into a new book, and all was well.
The plane ride was interesting. I sat next to another Dhuuuuuuude who looked like he was trying to get to a Dead concert but got really lost. Dude. He didn't even know his alphabet and a nice asian businessman-type had to excitedly point out that he had seat "D" and Dhuuuuuuuude had to sit in "E". "Oh, like, ok." Well Dhuuuuude's legs were, like, omigawsh, 9 feet long and he had to sit spread-eagle like guys do. So I was smushed up against the window and Asian Guy had to lean out into the aisle. Lookout! Here comes the cart!
Elsewhere in the plane it was "My Big Fat Greek Vacation." There was a huge Greek family running around. They were jolly and sweet, but there were serious language issues that caused a bit of mischief. The grandfatherly character apparently didn't speak a bit of English and naturally didn't understand any of the squawking over the PA about using the lavaratory in your ticketed cabin, not congregating in the aisles, not obeying the seat belt signs, etc, etc, etc. So the grandkids took it upon themselves to run up and down the aisles and fetch grandpa and explain, loudly, in Greek, what the fuss was all about. The other half of Greece met them at the airport and there was much European-style-kissy-kissy greeting.
So I'm tired, and hungry, and in pain from being crunched up against the window when I get to baggage claim. And you guessed it - no bag. Argh! They lost it in Dallas, or at least, that's the last place it was seen. I'm worried that because it's the bag I take to White Sands it may have piqued security's interest. I'm also worried because it was stuffed full (they sent me home with huge stacks of hardcopies of the power point slides) and may have come open. I'm having horror/anxiety at the idea of my dirty laundry spilling out. Eeek. But I'm most worried about the shoes. There were some to-die-for shoes in that bag, shoes that make me feel like a million bucks. I don't have many shoes like that. I want them back. Oh and my toothbrush. Grrr.
But on the bright side. My sweet hubby just ordered dinner. Thank goodness for delivery!
Glad you're back, LF!
And that sounds like quite the exhausting plane trip. How long until the next one?
LOL! I love your travelogues...too funny!
Sorry the flight was uncomfortable, and hope your bag turns up unscathed! Eek!
Next week is Northern VA - I'll drive for that one. Then it's back to NM the week following. *sigh* I'm homesick just thinking about it.
Too bad, all these trips to NM and none to Denver!
There was one lady who struck me as a real frigid piece of work. She sat with her nose in the air and a really pruney expression on her face. She was wearing and orange sweater twinset and grey slacks. She thought she was really, really high class. Chanel bag, big diamonds on her fingers.
Then I see her shoes. They're the craziest, funkiest orange mules in a yellow-orange-brown 70's retro pattern. Too funny!
She sat in 1st class, of course.
Yeah, I really want to visit CO again. I long for mountains.
I get back and kill the thread. Great.
It's not dead. Just bored.
Yikes! I'm surprised things like that are even made!
But these are fun:
You wouldn't catch me in them, but they're fun.
Well...cheerful, in any case!
Those may actually qualify as "scary beyond all reason".
*sniff*... that's jest beautiful...
That's just beautiful, man.
Evening, g'nad. Still having fun making things get 'blowed up real good'? How are the pups?
yuh think?...
pups are great... jest got 'nuther set of shots, and we brought home wormin' meds, and frontline... the vet is 3 miles away, and vey reasonably priced...
thejob is great... was observin' a Mk-19 and M-240b shoot tuhday...amongst other things...
That is great news on both fronts. So did theboy ever pick a name for hispup?
theboy decided on "Vader"... go figger...
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