Given my CRUSTY appearance and demeanor you probably
think I like pizza, don’t wash behind my ears, and rarely leave the confines of
my cardboard carton unless absolutely necessary. Well you would be correct in at
least two of those assumptions, though in my defense if the city would throw in
a few more of those park porta-potty deodorant cakes I might scrub the ‘stank’
off a little longer. Surprisingly though, I am street-wise even without a GPS
or a paper cup full of change, and actually do travel quite frequently in a
breathless effort to ‘wind’ friends and give ‘influenza’ to people.
Beyond the breadth of my Big Wheel, I prefer to
travel by plane despite the hassles these days with security, baggage limits,
and the long waits. There is just something ironically special about getting peanuts
for my big mouth even though I am paying ‘through the nose’ for those tiny
tickets. Now it seems I can’t even get my doctor to pony up with a ‘smiley’ sticker
after I cough, so getting informally fed and watered as a bonus in a smelly flying
cattle car has become truly a thrill.
The main problem for me and recent air travel is
that I now have to be very aware of my public image. No I am not famous at all,
but regardless of who you are, nobody wants to see your bald pink piggies pointing
at them from the holes in your gray soiled socks. I think it goes without
saying that the same rule is doubly important when applied due South of your
shirt-line, should the belt-removal regimen go awkwardly awry.
The airlines could assist with these types of
problems if they would once again just hand out those pin-on wings to hide the
holes in my clothes like they did in the old days. Or at the very least return to
offering those little soaps in the plane privies to help me scrub my stained
skivvies BEFORE I get on the plane. Oh well even if it sometimes stinks, I
guess I’m a lucky dog since air travel is not as formal as it once was. Yes,
apparently EVEN a crusty old cur like me can finally make it out of the ‘Live
Animal’ cargo hold and find happiness numbly, under somebody’s piquant seat.
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Whew! I hope you are only using your lack of
ReplyDeletecleanliness for a comedic effect. Nothing funny
about that if it were real - - and we had to sit
by you in a plane! Can't even open a window bug
enough to "air you out" up there.
So we hope you had a nice CLEAN trip wherever you went. Or at least come back cleaner than you left.
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anyway.
Ah, the confines of a plane will do it to ya every time, as there is nothing worse than sitting next to someone with a stench.
ReplyDeleteI'm betting this post is about someone YOU sat next to and your just applying it to yourself because you're nice like that!
The overhead luggage compartment is quite comfy, too. Plus you can watch everyone from up there.
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