Everything I learned about modern air travel, I learned from Franz Kafka.
Flew back home to help my mom take care of my ailing steppop and got caught in an epic series of delays between New York, D.C. and my final destination: Augusta, Georgia. On the way, I met a weird hungover nurse stuck in D.C. on her way home from Vegas and an overly chatty British couple (retired Royal Air Force) en route to visit their son, a director for Bank of America (I resisted asking if the stimulus package was fundng their grandkids' Christmas presents).
Overheard in D.C.: "Sometimes I just wanna put my baby in the trashcan."
I feel like a cartoon.
Flew back home to help my mom take care of my ailing steppop and got caught in an epic series of delays between New York, D.C. and my final destination: Augusta, Georgia. On the way, I met a weird hungover nurse stuck in D.C. on her way home from Vegas and an overly chatty British couple (retired Royal Air Force) en route to visit their son, a director for Bank of America (I resisted asking if the stimulus package was fundng their grandkids' Christmas presents).
Overheard in D.C.: "Sometimes I just wanna put my baby in the trashcan."
I feel like a cartoon.