THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Friday, May 11, 2018
When Pigs Fly
When Pigs Fly
that in days of old, flying was a big deal.People dressed up to go on a plane.People were on their best behavior when flying.Flying was a big deal and people dressed up
and behaved. Today; not
return trip home from Aruba, which by the way is one happy island, we
encountered three reasons to believe that pigs do fly.
Waiting for our
plane to board, we sat across from four seats clearly marked for the
handicapped.Along came a hefty but
clearly mobile lady who took a middle seat with the handicap logo and carefully
occupied the other three seats with several pieces of her carry-ons. A few minutes later her son came with a
wheelchair that he carefully placed in a manner that semi-blocked the aisle.
minutes later, her mother ambled over and settled into the wheelchair.Granted she waddled/limped over, but she
waddled/limped at least 100 yards…I suspect she does not generally use a wheelchair
outside the airport.I suspect she uses
the wheelchair to gain early airplane boarding for herself and her family.
her mom and her son then chatted away about being hungover from the night
before and how they needed the hair of the dog before they boarded the plane.Son provided said hair of dog.I am going to guess that the night before
their drinking did not involve a wheelchair.
minutes later, another lady with a walker plodded over…OK, she had issues, but
did she have to leave her walker in the aisle along with the wheelchair to make
people have to lift their luggage and shinny by to get a seat?
Once we boarded
the plane we were seated behind pig number three.
seemed inoffensive at first blush, but you know how you sometimes know instantly
when someone is an ass-hole?Sure you
do, everyone has ass-hole radar, and this guy had my radar beeping off the
into the flight this dickwad, who was seated with his wife with an empty seat in
the middle, had his shoes and socks off as soon as the-fasten-your-seatbelt sign
was off.He stretched across the seat,
head on wife’s lap and stinky bare feet in full view and stink to Mrs. C.
the days of class on the plane have been replaced by pigs that do fly.