I never understood how people missed flights. Connecting flights, sure, if your initial flight rolls in late and you’ve got to haul ass to get to the gate across the airport in some unreasonable sliver of time. But that first flight? I just always figured you had to be a real slack-ass to not be able to get to the airport two hours early like me, Little Miss Perfectpants. Until this morning, when my eyes…
Really? This again? I said it in 2006 and I’ll say it again: Mandatory pop-culture training for police and security squads. AND REPORTERS.
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
U.S. Airways gave me a good scare when, just after the flight attendant had closed up our little regional jet’s door and sealed it, a mechanic demanded to be let in, holding a piece of paper, asking to see the pilot. Turns out some electrical part had gone wacky and it was going to require tests before we could get in the air. We sat for an hour, waiting on said tests, enjoying delicious free…
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