SPECIAL REPORT : The plane truth
I wrote this yesterday and am presently in Atlanta.
i.e.; I lived through it.
My granddaughter’s birthday is coming up…
…and so is my dinner at the thought of walking through airports again.
Over the sidewalk and through the ropes
to TSA’s house we go.
The cops know the way to ruin our day,
they put on quite a show.
Fingers in places no one can see
and hands that grope my boobs
once in the plane, my baggage tucked,
I have to say getting there sucked.
AND THAT’S THE PLANE TRUTH!
Yep. It’s nearly time for a fate worse than death — going from the parking lot to the plane.
On longer flights, I’ll get my Starbuck’s Chai with honey and soy milk before boarding and sip on it – for 9 hours – to avoid having to use the airplane bathrooms.
I can stuff a carry-on full of crap so well, you’d think it was the inside of a…
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