Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Saturday, March 3rd

I don’t fear flying, so much as I loathe it. I don’t need to go on about it at length, but the last time I went to Europe, it was on Air France, and the food wasn’t just edible, it was good. (Not great, but definitely good.) And the drinks were free. This time, the drinks should not only have been free, but compulsory…and not just because of the singularly wretched food. We were seated across the aisle from a small boy who, while not quite so bad as Bill Cosby’s Jeffrey, would’ve been a brilliant understudy. Fortunately for all involved, Housemate had the aisle seat, pinning me neatly against the bulkhead and thus preventing me from assisting the little tyke in playing outside for a while. Over Greenland.

And thus the jet lag began.

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