With my day starting at 3:30 a.m. I tend to think about what I missed the night before. I mean, I go to bed at like 7 p.m. so I know I'm missing out on something, you know? Back in March I missed out on a ridiculous fight at the T.U. Center.
Free Beer and Hot Wings, this morning, were sharing crazy on the job stories from pilots. Pretty wacky stuff, especially when you learn one of the stories involved a pilot talking himself out of crashing a plane. Scary!
Apparently, holding a parking spot in "Chicccaaago is not riiiiiight, riiiiiight?" And as the person I'm quoting is waking up today, they may see this video and think to themselves, "my life is drunk and trivial, riiiiight?"