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.
Rain-soaked donations in Queensbury are piling up and the Salvation Army is all backed up. But is the culprit of this pile-up the work of people treating this donation site as a dump?
Am I the only one who takes time getting on an escalator? It's like getting ready to jump into a jump rope session, no? It's all about timing isn't it? Speaking of timing...
Being stuck at an airport sucks.
It's a pretty helpless feeling. If your flight gets canceled, there's really nothing you can do. You're just at the mercy of the airline.
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?"