Dec 15 2008
The Last Straw
You can’t blame her I guess. She was too young to know any better. I cringed as she sat in the row in front of me recalling her “travel nightmares”. As her equally ditzy row-mate egged her on I was tempted to reach over the seats and bonk their heads together, but the hollow gong sound might have alarmed the other passengers. Thankfully, I do know better, but I’ve remained silent long enough. You can’t make this stuff up, so we might as well get a good laugh out of it.
Welcome to the cathartic ramblings of one business traveler, the frazzled story of a man in a monkey-suit. Hope you enjoy