Zachary’s posterous

Well, I didn't feel like signing any autographs today anyhow. (photo taken at Poquito Mas in Burbank, CA)

I encountered a new food item this morning. See if you can identify it. Yes, it really is considered a food item by some. I challenge you to find another sour-cream-laden foodstuff that has the chutzpah to emblazoned itself with any manner of healthy heart icon. Omega3 my donkey. I had a piece, it was all right.

   

That's the conclusion I draw from the fact that there's a seat belt demo unit in the seat-back pocket in front of me.

If I could demo any airplane safety technology to the rest of the passengers, i'd choose the breathing masks that, I'm told, will fall from the ceiling in the event of a MUMBLE. The stewardesses who always demonstrate that device never give a very convinvlcing performance. I think I could better represent the terror that a passenger would feel at such a moment.

"I've pulled and pulled, and the bag just won't inflate!"

Ed was right about the meaning of my seat number for the second leg of my trip, the 1hr flight from Atlanta to Sarasota. I'm in first class, or business class, whatever it's called when they charge double for the ticket and supply you with booze and enough space to actually open a hinged cellular telephone without hitting the next passenger in the back of the head.

I like to imagine that, were the plane to hit an iceberg and begin to sink, the lifeboats would be given to us upperclassmen, while the froshes packed into the rest of the plane wait their never-to-come turn. Like in that movie Jim Cameron made before he went all technicolor and 3D.

All this luxury makes me feel slightly better about having wet cold feet due to Michigan's going away present.

When Ed saw my itinerary, he figured the fact that I was sitting in seat 2B meant I was flying business class. He filled my head with visions of the high life. As it turns out, I was just in the second row of a tiny and semi-cramped CRJ-200.

I'll be posting a new installment in my "Airplane Bathroom Sink Review" series about this Delta CRJ-200. But that'll come later. Right now I've gotta catch my connecting flight to Sarasota, Florida.

Thanks, Michigan weather!

     

"Is that art deco or art noveau?"
 
"Deco. Definitely Deco."
 
Best Matt Dillon role ever, that.

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