And other thoughts in general.
Air travel used to be awesome. Perhaps that had more to do with being a kid, but I’ll blame it on the TSA.
Houston International still sucks.
Was asked to trade my seat with an old lady so she could sit near her friend. My seat, aisle. Her seat, middle. Told her to jog off! (kidding- I switched. It did tilt me for a minute though)
Being on a plane is far too close than I ever want to be to 99.99999999999% of any human. If I can smell your dragon breath you can smell my farts- TOO CLOSE!
Speaking of farting on a plane, where fabric seats are far superior to leather. Think about it…
This I’ve pondered before. Why is it that a majority of dudes feel the need to spit in the urinal? It’s like an automatic reaction. Even in my dipping days, with a wad in, I never spit in the urinal. Not that I care, it just seems like an odd phenomenon.
Enough poopoo & ka ka for one post, eh. I’m here, on the train to Seattle. I feel better already. It’s about to pop off!