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*grnnk* *snrk*
Jan. 8th, 2004 11:10 amTired, so tired. Game last night, then bull session, then I had to pack as I'm heading to the airport straight from work. On the good side, it is wonderful to sleep on the divine new sunroom bed under my NON-NOISY *ahem* down comforter and my kitties. On the down side, it is not wonderful when the heating comes on at 5am, which in the sunroom radiator is heralded by what seems to be an army of gnomes with hammers pounding on the pipes.
Thankfully the flight to Cleveland is a little under an hour, as the TSA has decreed that airline passengers shall not line up for the potty. (They don't seem to offer an alternative, either; it's the airlines' problem, don'cha know.) These people are completely barking mad. Or playing sillybuggers--can't you just see them, sitting around a table piled high with empty beer cans: "How about saying that belts are a risk, y'know you could strangle a pilot with 'em, and no one can wear belts on planes?" "Dude, no, I've got a great one...we'll say that lavatory lines are a security risk!" (Laughter.)
Thankfully the flight to Cleveland is a little under an hour, as the TSA has decreed that airline passengers shall not line up for the potty. (They don't seem to offer an alternative, either; it's the airlines' problem, don'cha know.) These people are completely barking mad. Or playing sillybuggers--can't you just see them, sitting around a table piled high with empty beer cans: "How about saying that belts are a risk, y'know you could strangle a pilot with 'em, and no one can wear belts on planes?" "Dude, no, I've got a great one...we'll say that lavatory lines are a security risk!" (Laughter.)
