BalekFekete
Shared on Sun, 04/20/2008 - 08:06<RANT>
I hate flying. Not because I'm afraid of it like some people legitimately are, but rather because I'm better than 6' tall, pushing around 250 pounds, and airplane engineers are typically 155 pound faggots with pocket protectors. Normally, it's not too big of a deal. Flying domestically will mean a short enough flight to stomach coach without tooo much discomfort. When I'm going internationally, 95% of the time it's to Copenhagen, and SAS has a "Economy Extra" class which is a cross between business and coach. Enough room for even me to stretch out, and power for the laptop at every seat.
However, yesterday I had to fly out to Amsterdam (which will be a WHOLE other blog, let me tell you! 
) for a business meeting this week. Where I wasn't flying SAS, I had no choice but to fly regular coach. And to make matters worse, some poor asshat got split up from his wife, and asked if I didn't mind swapping seats. Being the nice guy I am (and tossing a bone to that karma thing), I agreed to swap. But I agreed before I saw where the wife was sitting! Damn bitch was in the very last row, smack dab next to the fuckin' toilet.
) for a business meeting this week. Where I wasn't flying SAS, I had no choice but to fly regular coach. And to make matters worse, some poor asshat got split up from his wife, and asked if I didn't mind swapping seats. Being the nice guy I am (and tossing a bone to that karma thing), I agreed to swap. But I agreed before I saw where the wife was sitting! Damn bitch was in the very last row, smack dab next to the fuckin' toilet.Normally, I don't sleep on a plane. But during my last trip, I tried popin' an Ambien at take-off, and lo and behold, it worked. So this time, just as I'm getting on, down goes one of the little blue friends, and I have hopes of a nice flight I won't remember. WRONG. Between the location and constant stream of people taking a piss all night long, and a complete retard in the seat next to me taking pictures of BLACK NOTHING every 5 minutes, I at best nodded on and off a few times.
Anyways...long story short, I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I'm surrounded by "coffee houses" with marijuana smoke pouring out of them and prostitutes in windows every 50 feet down the street. Oh wait...ok, it's not aaaall bad. 
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