My wife and I accidentally left some bananas in our apartment this weekend and took off to New Jersey. There was an amazingly putrid situation that we had to deal with once we got back.
Also, I almost died on a Delta flight this week. We boarded the plane, then had to deplane because of mechanical problems. Once we reboarded, there was water leaking from the air conditioning of the plane. It was half spraying half dripping on me, giving me a sleek coating of nasty rusty water. The guy sitting next to me was named Romeo and he was quite incensed by the whole situation. Did I mention that he was a professional dancer? I think in his profession there is little margin for error and if he danced like a late leaky plane, he wouldn't be able to feed his family. He eventually flagged down a flight attendant who was so tall she almost didn't fit in the plane and got her to wipe the bubbling brown water off the ceiling. The guy who was to the right of me was reading William F. Buckley's "Men, God, and Yale" or "God, Men, and Yale" or whatever. He was upset that we were upset that the plane was leaking on us and proclaimed "Isn't it just a marvel that we can travel what used to take weeks and weeks with a horse and buggy in a couple of hours. Are you guys really complaining about a little bit of water leaking from the ceiling." Romeo said "It's just disgusting" and I said "I wouldn't take a horse and buggy across the country if it was leaking water."
The rest of the flight was without incident.
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