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January 12, 2015


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Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food

I "moo" when I get off Metro at my end-of-the-line station during evening rush. There is one exit to the platform consisting of one down escalator (when it works) and a central staircase. It screams "cattle chute."

Those guys? Douche canoes. Flight attendants HATE those guys.


NO-WAHHH! Ha ha ha


Lauren, I expect no less from you. I hope you yelled “NO-WAHH!” when they asked if you’d like to check your bag, too.


Like my new name? Like a pea.


Sometimes I'll even mooooo while boarding. It makes me laugh.


Miss Jane, I really don’t mind steerage travel conditions (although not fond of anything stinky), but Im annoyed to pieces by someone who asserts his priority status to the detriment of everyone else around him. I locked eyes with Smug Boy #1 for a second and told him as much with my mind bullets, with not a trace of expression on my face. BAM.

Cactus Petunia

Cattle Class is right! Sometimes it even smells like it :-(


Miss Kyddryn! So nice to be back and meet you here! Sometimes the Muse just needs a heavy dose of People Behaving Badly in order that she wake up and push me to the keyboard.


If I ever fly again, I hope it's in first class - I hear they have cotton candy machines and booze dispensers at every seat, and the seats themselves are actually wide enough to accommodate a human tush.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K (who drives everywhere, which makes that hoped-for trip to Australia something of a puzzler)

PS - nice to see ya again!

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