And just in case you weren't aware, my threat level boots are made of 100% genuine, grade A sarcasm. The threat level recording at the airport plays at what appears to be 4 min intervals. By my calculations I've been subjected to it 75 times during my short time here at ATL. Only 122 more to go!
To place a big putrid cherry atop the whole situation, my cell phone carrier (who shall remain nameless...rhymes with 'squint') has placed some silly code on my account that has prevented me from making or receiving calls, texts, pics, vids, smoke signals...they'd love to help but I need to call from another phone that I don't own (?)
AND THEY'RE PLAYING A MICHAEL MCDONALD TUNE RIGHT NOW!
The only way this could get any worse is if the flight I take tomorrow ends up marooned on a mystical island, leaving me to the other survivors to fend for ourselves against the malevolent forces of the others who inhabit the same place...which reminds. I missed the season premier!
Lucky for me there's a Vonnegut novel in my possession just waiting to be tackled...and there's always YouTube. Lots of YouTube.
2 comments:
Kris and I have spent a couple of hours at that airport. I can verify the never ending broadcasting of threat alerts over the PA.
No wonder you didn't return my recent phone calls...
Was he covering the Stevie tune, "Signed, Sealed, Delivered". That would be ironic.
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