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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I have this theory that flying home early Monday morning is less of an intrusion on the weekend than flying late Sunday night. The theory works well on paper, but I usually have to explain the basic principles again to balt while we're racing to the airport at some ungodly hour of the morning on Monday and he's asking me why on earth we do this to ourselves, having had little or no sleep because [redacted for sensitive readers like Thurgreed].

Anyhow, on Tuesday's 6:15 am flight, which was even earlier than the usual unholy early flight that I take, I was nestled into my towards-the-back Southwest Airlines window seat, secure with the knowledge that my carry-on stuff fit in all the relative compartments, my bag had actually made it on the plane, and I could sleep all the way home. That was before the woman in front of me sat down. And way before the man in the aisle seat in her row sat down.

Because when he sat down, they started talking. And talking. And talking. And then the plane took off, and boy were they fascinating to one another. And he was waaaaaaay on the aisle seat, and she was waaaaaay on the window seat, and the engine was roaring, so of course they had to talk loudly to one another to ensure that neither missed one fascinating word that the other had to say. And hers was an annoying, annoying accented voice that grated on every single nerve that I possessed. And a half-hour into the flight, when I couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled out my iPod to drown out her voice, and maybe, possibly, go to sleep, even though the iPod was still at its highest volume, I could still hear her irritating, irritating voice, coyly flirting with the consultant next to her.

When we landed, she looked around at all the people glaring at her, and then waved at some poor guy six or seven rows back. "Oooh, look there's my colleague! Hi Kevin! I didn't see you get on the plane." Kevin pretended not to know her, so she persisted on waving and yelling.

Of course, consultant guy had to help her with her baggage, and they delayed the getting-off-the-plane process by another thirty seconds, further irritating me and everyone else behind them.

Unfortunartely, thanks to her endless chatter, I wasn't at my most alert so I missed my opportunity to accidently swing my briefcase into her face as I brought it out from the overhead compartment.

So ABBA, when you show him the pictures of your kids, move to the goddamned seat next to him.

you should consider a purchase of some of the in-ear noise reducing headphones that are quite popular in my household. I know they've been discussed on the technology boards. All frequent travellers should have a pair. You wouldn't have heard her over your iPod.

And, yes, people like that are truly annoying.

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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
And, yes, people like that are truly annoying.

ABBA is not a person like that. Katie is, but ABBA is not. Also, ABBA lacks an accent and flies first class and usually passes out halfway to her destination from all the free cocktails.

In addition, ABBA would never flirt with a consultant because, as a consultant, he has a job, which is a turnoff for ABBA. Conversely, Katie would flirt with a consultant. Loudly.

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Originally posted by LessinSF
Nothing says "Don't talk to me" on a plane better than a deposition transcript.

I prefer opening my laptop and watching "Alive."

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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
[redacted for sensitive readers like Thurgreed]

What did balt get for his tattoo?

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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
ABBA is not a person like that. Katie is, but ABBA is not. Also, ABBA lacks an accent and flies first class and usually passes out halfway to her destination from all the free cocktails.

In addition, ABBA would never flirt with a consultant because, as a consultant, he has a job, which is a turnoff for ABBA. Conversely, Katie would flirt with a consultant. Loudly.

I need an annoying alter ego. Maybe I'll call him "Hank".

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Originally posted by Captain
I need an annoying alter ego. Maybe I'll call him "Hank".

You could call him "Captain's Id."

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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
Because when he sat down, they started talking. And talking. And talking. And then the plane took off, and boy were they fascinating to one another. And he was waaaaaaay on the aisle seat, and she was waaaaaay on the window seat, and the engine was roaring, so of course they had to talk loudly to one another to ensure that neither missed one fascinating word that the other had to say. And hers was an annoying, annoying accented voice that grated on every single nerve that I possessed. And a half-hour into the flight, when I couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled out my iPod to drown out her voice, and maybe, possibly, go to sleep, even though the iPod was still at its highest volume, I could still hear her irritating, irritating voice, coyly flirting with the consultant next to her.

This is like when you and Balt go back and forth with the "Schmoopie! No! You're Schmoopie!" crap.

TM

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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I have this theory that flying home early Monday morning is less of an intrusion on the weekend than flying late Sunday night. The theory works well on paper, but I usually have to explain the basic principles again to balt while we're racing to the airport at some ungodly hour of the morning on Monday and he's asking me why on earth we do this to ourselves, having had little or no sleep because [redacted for sensitive readers like Thurgreed].

Anyhow, on Tuesday's 6:15 am flight, which was even earlier than the usual unholy early flight that I take, I was nestled into my towards-the-back Southwest Airlines window seat, secure with the knowledge that my carry-on stuff fit in all the relative compartments, my checked bag had actually made it on the plane, and I could sleep all the way home. That was before the woman in front of me sat down. And way before the man in the aisle seat in her row sat down.

Because when he sat down, they started talking. And talking. And talking. And then the plane took off, and boy were they fascinating to one another. And he was waaaaaaay on the aisle seat, and she was waaaaaay on the window seat, and the engine was roaring, so of course they had to talk loudly to one another to ensure that neither missed one fascinating word that the other had to say. And hers was an annoying, annoying accented voice that grated on every single nerve that I possessed. And a half-hour into the flight, when I couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled out my iPod to drown out her voice, and maybe, possibly, go to sleep, even though the iPod was still at its highest volume, I could still hear her irritating, irritating voice, coyly flirting with the consultant next to her.

When we landed, she looked around at all the people glaring at her, and then waved at some poor guy six or seven rows back. "Oooh, look there's my colleague! Hi Kevin! I didn't see you get on the plane." Kevin pretended not to know her, so she persisted on waving and yelling.

Of course, consultant guy had to help her with her baggage, and they delayed the getting-off-the-plane process by another thirty seconds, further irritating me and everyone else behind them.

Unfortunartely, thanks to her endless chatter, I wasn't at my most alert so I missed my opportunity to accidently swing my briefcase into her face as I brought it out from the overhead compartment.

So ABBA, when you show him the pictures of your kids, move to the goddamned seat next to him.

I was on a plane a few weeks back, reading a magazine and listening to my Ipod when a woman across the aisle started waiving at me. I turned off the Ipod, pulled out the earphones and smiled.

"Is that an Ipod?" she said.

- - - - - - - -

Two days ago a man came up to me in the subways catacombs below Philly and said "Can you tell me how to get to 12th and Market?"

I looked around, figured out where I was and, pointing, said "That tunnel will take you to 13th and Market."

He said "Yeh, but I need 12th and Market."

I didn't know what to say, so I just turned and walked away.

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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
This is like when you and Balt go back and forth with the "Schmoopie! No! You're Schmoopie!" crap.

TM

I think it's kinda cute.

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Diamond Mine. 7260.

I'm spent.

I'm amused by the board today. Well done all.

TM, I agree with everything that Mort says. In fact, it's what I meant to post after the Rose Bowl, only I didn't say it as explicitly (but if you go back and read my posts, I think you'll see that's where I was going, especially about Len'Dale -- my and Snoop's favorite player).

ABBA: When's Katie coming to LA? Word on the street is that I'm just her type.

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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Diamond Mine. 7260.

I'm spent.

GWNC: Is there a certain song running through your head, like it is mine?

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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Diamond Mine. 7260.

I'm spent.

This was the absolute PERFECT response. Kudos.

Dudes in the League

So, in an effort to redeem my Jason Gore and Rose Bowl humiliations, let me briefly give my picks:

Tampa Bay -2.5 (1 star pick)
New England -7.5 (4 star pick)
NYG -2.5 (5 star pick)
Cinci +3 (3 star pick)

I love the Giants in this spot, but would love to hear from the board's resident G-men fan on how she feels about her squad's chances?

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Originally posted by str8outavannuys
ABBA: When's Katie coming to LA? Word on the street is that I'm just her type.

Probably after midterms are graded. Wait -- do kindergarteners have midterms? Maybe after snack time? See, this is why I can't pull my Captain Id off.

Heheheh. Pull Captain Id off. Unsolicited handjobs! I feel like sunny.