On My Way
My last dinner at home came the way of Chinese food; accompanied by the traditional fortune cookie: “Being the first to try something new will bring you prosperity”.
This was a far better sign than my flight’s feature movie: “Poseidon”. This is only one step up from watching “Alive”. Am I the only one who gets on a plane and pre-selects which passengers would be best for eating in the case of a crash? Lucky for me, and the two guys sitting on either side of me, I had a copy of “Greg the Bunny” to keep me from resorting to cannibalism.
Boarding the plane was a slightly different experience than normal. When I approached the check out counter to be cleared by US customs, I was not sure what to say. Do I tell them that I’m going down to Florida for a job, or do I avoid the subject? I decided to take a middle ground, tell the truth, but not give them any more information than they asked for. Lucky for me, they had it in their computer that I was registered for a work visa.
"woo...hoo."
I ended up having to go into the side room, I felt a bit like a cow that had been plucked from the herd because there might be something wrong with her milk, I guess they just wanted to make sure I was not the type of cow that produced liquid catalyst explosives from her utter. But after a 5 minute wait among the other ready to fly heard, they asked to see my visa request form and sent me on my way. See kids, it pays to tell the selective truth when it comes to the authorities, cause the alternative is getting a visit from Bubba the rubber glove specialist. Even though we all know the only thing they ever found out from doing that was that one in ten doesn’t mind.
This was a far better sign than my flight’s feature movie: “Poseidon”. This is only one step up from watching “Alive”. Am I the only one who gets on a plane and pre-selects which passengers would be best for eating in the case of a crash? Lucky for me, and the two guys sitting on either side of me, I had a copy of “Greg the Bunny” to keep me from resorting to cannibalism.
Boarding the plane was a slightly different experience than normal. When I approached the check out counter to be cleared by US customs, I was not sure what to say. Do I tell them that I’m going down to Florida for a job, or do I avoid the subject? I decided to take a middle ground, tell the truth, but not give them any more information than they asked for. Lucky for me, they had it in their computer that I was registered for a work visa.
"woo...hoo."
I ended up having to go into the side room, I felt a bit like a cow that had been plucked from the herd because there might be something wrong with her milk, I guess they just wanted to make sure I was not the type of cow that produced liquid catalyst explosives from her utter. But after a 5 minute wait among the other ready to fly heard, they asked to see my visa request form and sent me on my way. See kids, it pays to tell the selective truth when it comes to the authorities, cause the alternative is getting a visit from Bubba the rubber glove specialist. Even though we all know the only thing they ever found out from doing that was that one in ten doesn’t mind.
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