Sunday, May 17, 2009
Lines/Queues
Is there anyone who doesn't hate these snaking lines at the airport? It's especially irritating when there is no one waiting but you still have to walk through the maze anyway. I usually spend the time watching people take their shoes off and seeing how many of them have holes in their socks. It's quite a lot actually. Note the bluebottle (top right) with the baseball he caught the week before.
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The key I've learned is to stand just outside of the checking area until a couple of hot women (or at least 1) walk through. The line doesn't move any quicker but at least you have something to look at and fantasize about. Sometimes I'm not even ready to get on the plane.
That works. I figure the least they could do is have velvet ropes and a red carpet. Maybe have a few B-list celebrities join the line.
Or perhaps caged-monkey-knife-fights. I mean there's never really a bad time for those in my book.
I agree although the last time I had one of those going on I found it hard to concentrate on the crossword I was doing at the same time and nearly crashed the car.
Obviously, you haven't discovered the awesomeness of a monkey chauffeur.
As wonderful as that sounds it would require the paid services of three monkeys. California state law sets the limit at two. No wonder Michael Jackson moved to Bahrain.
Fortunately I live in Arkansas, where we have no monkey limits. Or possum limits for that matter. Sadly, only 100 pigs per home.
They would have to be very small pigs to fit in the average home although I hear if you breed them "square" shaped they stack better.
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