Sunday, November 11, 2007
Flying Is For The Birds
Flying is for the birds. Beverage service has gone by twice, and they act like I'm not even here. Is it usually like this for cats, or is it because I've been abducted? Sometimes I get the feeling that humans are out to get us. Our own servants, rising against us.
This flight is interminable. Will it never end? The turbulence is much worse than I thought it would be. And my mouth is parched, and I can barely keep my eyes open, yet I can't sleep, either. They announced at the beginning of the flight that we're headed to Seattle, and that we would be arriving at 2:44 PM. That was 12:15. Can it really have been less than 90 minutes? I bet we're not headed to Seattle at all. I bet we're headed to... I don't know, but somewhere awful.
Wherever you really are, Washington and Madison, I hope you didn't have to FLY there!
This flight is interminable. Will it never end? The turbulence is much worse than I thought it would be. And my mouth is parched, and I can barely keep my eyes open, yet I can't sleep, either. They announced at the beginning of the flight that we're headed to Seattle, and that we would be arriving at 2:44 PM. That was 12:15. Can it really have been less than 90 minutes? I bet we're not headed to Seattle at all. I bet we're headed to... I don't know, but somewhere awful.
Wherever you really are, Washington and Madison, I hope you didn't have to FLY there!
