You *might* have forgotten…but I’m doing that whole nanowrimo thing…yah. THAT.
Well, the month is almost over and I’ve got a slight uphill battle…uphill as in 7000 words in 2 days.
Why 2 and not 3?
I’m an overachiever and I am required to be finished by tomorrow.
But unfortunately, I do have a conscience…and well, your thankfulness won’t exactly fit into my storyline…
So, that’s where I am today.
And where I’ll be tomorrow.
Though, tomorrow, I’m going to try and be funny.
Just for you.
And by the way, the flight home yesterday was shitty. REALLY SHITTY.
We couldn’t figure out if the pilot thought he was driving a drag racer or had never used a thruster before.
Either way, he couldn’t pick a speed…find a spot without turbulence….and nevermind we’re 10,000 feet in the air…and his “flight crew” didn’t take trash. That task was beneath them, apparently.
This was the conversation between the Asian flight attendant who had died her hair platinum blonde and a random woman in front of Tim and I:
Woman with Trash (WWT): Is there any way you can take this for me?
Asian Flight Attendant (AFA): I don’t take trash.
WWT: ummmm…really? So you’d rather I just through it on the floor or stuff in in the seat pocket or maybe just chuck it…see where it lands?
AFA: I don’t take trash. You’re just going to have to hold it.
Yes. I’m for serious.
And you can have peanuts OR pretzels.
Taking both means you have to pay for the second one…with exact change. Cash only, people.
That is, unless your husband is nice and decides to take the other kind…to cheat the stupid ass system.
I was apparently on to something with my whole thing on budget cuts.
And I’m pretty sure they had to replace all of the tires after we landed.
I can’t be entirely sure, though, if we were riding on rims or the tarmac was just rough, as I was busy pulling my head from the ceiling since we bounced down the runway and then, once the pilot managed to get all of the wheels on the ground, he immediately slammed on the breaks and sent the entire plane, passengers included, careening into the seats in front of them.
Yay Delta (begin exaggerated finger twirling and eye rolling)