Ah, mass transit. Oftentimes, you are the highlight of all civilization; allowing large groups of people to travel from one point to another in relative comfort (and if you have the big bucks, in style as well,) allowing all of us the ability to visit distant friends/relations or just to go out and explore the world better. This is especially true if you have to catch connecting flights, trains or buses; when it all works out like the schedule says, it can feel like the whole travel industry has been greased by the gods, and nothing could work more smoothly or more simply.
And then there's times like yesterday, when travel loses that divine angle and resembles instead a house of cards, and when mistakes happen, they don't just collapse. Nope. They get blown to smithereens. BY LEAFBLOWERS AND TURBO JETS.
Needless to say, I didn't get home until very, very late last night, which means I am freakin' exhausted today. It also means that I didn't get a post prepared for all of you today, but I did find a hat that reflects how stinkin' tired I am right now:
Ain't it cute? Kinda wish they made one for adults, 'cause Patrick Stewart knows I could have used one yesterday.
There will be a better post on Wednesday, I promise, but right now I need to go serve a certain travel agency a tall, cool glass of Act-Right Juice.
Poor baby!
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