…by choice. 6:05 flight, straight shot to Charlotte. I’ll be there in time for breakfast with the kin.
4:40am
You know what they put on french fries in Holland?
This is called a caramel moonrover. WHAT?
Ok, quick update. Forced to gate check guitar (she’s as good as gone), taken for $25 for my only bag (so much for the deal on the flight) and I am on the inside of one of the last rows of the smalles plane they’ve got…but I can’t complain.
Maybe this is payback for posting a picture of my coffee cup and thinking anyone gives a shit.
Rural Patrick Reply:
November 25th, 2009 at 6:24 pm
I was hoping you would say that…
It sure was tasty, but I asked for fat free milk and I think I got whole. I am well aware that asking for fat free milk is NOT what rural men do. Same with ordering anything called a caramel moon rover.
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