You have to suspend logic when you get on board an airplane. If you told someone that you were going to put them in and aluminum tube and use highly volatile weapons grade fuel to propel the tube 30,000 feet into the atmosphere and then drop somewhere that you could predict beforehand… Well, how crazy is that? Yet we go to airports and get inside of airplanes without giving the act a second thought.
So here we are in Phoenix (supposedly) waiting for the connector to Salt Lake City. I said supposedly because I don’t really know where I am for sure. The airport is a nowhere space in reality and time. Food and everyday items like toothpaste are totally priced out of scale. You can’t tell where people are from in the airport. People are weird and disparate looking. Rarely is anyone actually friendly which is highlighted by the meta-superficial ‘buh bye’ from the flight crew.
Somehow, someway you end up in another place at another time and you keep it moving.
O.K. I’m just talking shit now. RAFI ate a wild looking Pizza-Hut chicken pizza. I passed on it because I don’t want to deal with ‘the Bubble’ on an airplane. Salt Lake City is the next stop on this journey, and the journey is what it’s all about.
Just keepin’ shit 100 with y’all.
UPDATE: I ended up eating the pizza too. And yes, the rude ‘Bubble’ was cooking up in my stomach afterwards. I made it to base camp in time without having to use public accomodations. Whew!
i heard ciara can do that to her jimmy
Every time I fly I think how the fuck does this shit work?
And I’ve flown a lot.
Common sense makes it hard to believe that flying is actually safer than a road trip.
haha, such a short post but it had me laughin…have fun in SLC!
once the plane lifts off the ground, i just say, “ok, dahellwidit… ain’t shit i can do about it now”, then enjoy my flight.
This is hilarious!
@Start Snitching
I’m the same way. When I get on the plane, I’m thinking “Okay, how does a big hunk of metal stay in the sky? and when was the last time this plane was in for servicing?”
If we could get some real food on these flights, I would probably enjoy the experience more. Everytime I get on a flight, I’ve got my personal bag of doritos, the complimentary bag of peanuts, and a bottled water. Then here comes someone sitting next to me with a big “A” barbecue sammich’.
^Real Talk…
jail food is better than airplane or airport eats.