Hmmm.... Lemme put it this way.
I did go to USA.gov which is your government's official website and... nothing.
But then a thought occurred. (It seldom happens, so it was quite noticeable.)
When you come to a Country drop down list or whatever...
do you search for "T" or "U"?
Depends on the web site.
I’ve actually encountered both methods.
I was gonna say something glib like "you're weird, dude"...
But I didn't want to overstate the obvious.
It’s not glib if it’s nothing more than an excepted fact
I once floated the idea of an RV past Ruby.
She actually recoiled in horror.
Oddly, I could very likely talk Tamara into it.
I just can’t afford it.
I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn’t have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!
Still waiting... maybe I shouldn't have said we'd wait...
Those that fall behind…
Are left behind
It’s written right there in The Code; plain as day.
So my question for you is:
Do you feel lucky?
Well, do ya’, Punk.
Actually, I wasn’t keeping track either; was it six shots or only five?
How many minutes in TOTAL did we wait for Disney transportation this trip.
Oh…
Minutes! That’s completely different, those are far less detrimental to one’s health when miscounted.
OK, I think I’ll go with something divisible by my lucky number and say: 221
“Why a four year old child could understand this.
Run out and get me a four year old child…”
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to lie down for a bit.
My head hurts.
Well, you did it to yourself.
You should’a just said something like: “The rules for the 40 points will be random and I ain’t ‘spainin’ them to any of ya’, so there… Pbbbfffft!”
Then only our heads would be hurting now, and knowing us, we’d still be stabing each other in the back to earn ’em.
(Note. Sucking up has been known to generate points...
excessive sucking up leads to deductions...)
Understood, oh wise and all seeing Grand Illustrious Poobah
but it truth, I’ve not yet seen you actually deduct any.
Threaten… yes. Deduct… not so sure about that one.
Might lead one to think that you just might enjoy all that flattery
What can you win?
I'm not telling you! Ha!
There! Now that’s more like it.
(you just forgot the: “Pbbbfffft!”)
Certainly not the writing.
Speaking of which.... shall we begin??
Oh, what the heck, I haven’t had a good beating in a while.
Have at it!
Full disclosure.
Kay did say that she wanted me to make all the plans and just tell her when and where.
But I do know her well enough that I was going to have to be verrrrrry flexible.
In this instance, contortionist level flexibility may well be what’s called for.
(and if no one calls for it in thirty days, it’s all yours)
I have a headache just remembering how I struggled with that.
A haddock? Well throw it back and see if you can’t catch something better.
they announced that Danny was, Yay!, the first hurricane of the season!
Naaaa… just the first overreaction of the season.
Still, gotta deal with the rain all week.
It’s Florida… you gott’a deal with rain pretty much every day.
(it just normally only lasts an hour or so).
Our flight wasn't until 3:40pm, but I had to drive Ruby to work.
Ruby works in a building that is on airport property,
even though her job has nothing to do with the airport or airplanes.
Conversely, I do not work at the airport or on airport property
and my job has everything to do with airports and airplanes.
Go figure.
Were it a government operation, that’d make perfect sense.
So I got up early and took her to work.
Score! $50 more bucks to spend at Disney
(give or take the exchange rate of course).
Gotta stay on the kids' good side, ya know.
They'll be responsible for changing my diapers when I'm old(er).
And senile(er).
And incontinent(er).
That’s a lot of Er.
I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house.
The plan was to make my absence as painless as possible for Ruby.
Afterwards, I gassed up her car.
So much for making things as painless as possible…
Too little, too late…
It’s already uninhabitable
I then missed the turn off for the airport parking.
I had to go allllll the way around the airport to get back to square one
and the entrance to the parking lot.
May that not be a harbinger.
Oddly, she didn't seem amused when I mocked her and
told her I was going to Disney World while she was staying behind to work.
Oh, there's a big surprise. That's an incred--I think I'm gonna have a heart attack and die from not surprise!
So just on this leg of the trip alone, it saved me $50.
Another $50 bucks saved…
You’ve just about stashed away enough for something out of one of the gift shops.
Say… like a pen or maybe even a keychain.
I hate that feeling.
I've never, ever lost a bag...
but it's still rather disquieting to see them disappear like that.
I have…
It’s no less disquieting.
But don't tell Kay. Let's let her just assume that I'm brilliant, okay?
I’ll keep mum, but you know it’s a lost cause.
And it turns out she's right.
I am stupid.
Or at least I did something really stupid.
Of course you did. It’s a TR…
Haven’t read (or written) one yet where the author didn’t have to ‘fess up to somep’n
I answered each question patiently.
I could see that I was going to have trouble keeping my promise.
“Now I know why Tigers eat their young.”
We had some time and since neither of us drinks coffee,
we made a bee-line for Starbucks.
Makes perfect sense.
They don’t sell any actual coffee anyway
Milkshakes… yes, coffee… that’d be a nope.
We each got our favourite, a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino... double blended.
Vanilla, milk and ice. With whip cream... of course. No coffee.
mmmmmmmm...
I rest my case.
(Which is good, because we all know just how cranky a tired case can be)
We moseyed back over to our gate
What? No sashaying?
We sauntered over closer to the counter.
They then announced boarding for the high and mighty "Plus" seating guests.
La dee da... snobs.
(Yes, I had done it last four flights, but still...)
There’s always time to tear down the bourgeoisie
And that time is any time that you’re not included among them.
Rant away…
But it’s the airlines we should be ranting at.
They’re the ones that created this new law of the jungle-esk wasteland that has become air travel.
(well, their shareholders and the deregulation that was supposed to make everything so wonderful)
Don’t be a sheep… I mean, cow… oh, never mind.
I pointed out to Kay how she could tell whether we were on a taxiway or a runway.
Why is this important?
It's not. But it's fun. So there.
Extra points for useless information.
It makes one appear “smart” when that truth is somewhat more tenuous.
(De plane! De plane! <ding> <ding>...
and you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.)
No, but I’m sure Mr Roarke could explain it to us
(as I’d have gotten up out of my chair, walked across the room, adjusted the rabbit ears and changed the channel by now).
Wait a second... this looks very familiar... did we even go anywhere?
The Twilight Zone, perchance?
Finally, we heard an announcement.
"For those passengers arriving from Victoria and Winnipeg, your bags have been delayed.
We apologize for the delay and hopefully we'll have them here as soon as possible."
Well, I’ll be… it is the Twilight Zone
Now you know the routine.
You ask a question like that and you'll get a robotic "Don't worry, you'll be fine" answer
which does absolutely nothing to alleviate your concern.
But not this time.
But I'm not sure if it was better.
Madison screwed up her face like she'd just bitten into a lemon and said "oooh."
I’ll give the kid credit for being honest at least.
Wonderfully, thankfully, she didn't ask questions or argue. She just nodded.
Good soldier.
At the top of the escalator we plopped them (upside down) on a conveyor belt
where they disappeared back from whence they'd come.
“A” conveyer belt? Not “the”, but “a”?
Hopefully it’s just my natural sense for disastrous occurrences kicking in here, but that description sounds just a might too ambiguous for a good outcome to be guaranteed.
May I be wrong here.
I have no idea why it was necessary to do that.
I get that it was because we were entering a new country, but...
I suppose it's to give us one more chance to fill the bags
with meats, fruit, live animals and all other manner of contraband.
I like it, so let’s go with that one.
It’s more entertaining that the bureaucratic one that occurred to me (and more sane as well)
Just to backtrack for a second, I keep a packing list on the computer.
So when it comes time to travel, I open it up,
make whatever changes I need to it, add or subtract items as I see fit,
and then I don't forget stuff.
Here's what the first few lines looked like:
Passports – (2) Kay, me
Kay’s letter
Letter?
Glance down at item number two on the list, "Kay's letter".
Yeah, that’s the one that caught my eye right off.
First I’d heard of that in relation to one’s own young’ens.
He became completely still (so did I), looked me square in the eye
like a jackal sizing up a particularly tasty hunk of flesh and said:
"You don't have a letter? I can't let her into the United States without a letter."
Wow… I’m just stunned here.
How naive, but this just never occurred to be a consideration.
Death began to play a concerto along my spine.
I started to sweat.
What the HECK (although I didn't use that word) was I going to do???
Yep, excellent description of how I’d have felt right about then.
And I wouldn’t have used that word either
I’m going to be a bit contrary here.
Due to the following line you tossed out earlier:
“(I had no idea, just how long it was going to turn out to be...)”
I think y’all had to take a later flight, but it was at least the same day.
(getting your bags rounded up might have been an adventure in this case as well).
And… may I not earn that particular point.
As for the rest of it, you’d be due a victory or two so the room was available and it was on the top floor.
But remember, if you or any member of your IM team are captured or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.
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