Not So Fast There, Buddy (Regul Gets a Quart of Milk)
So I show up at the airport at 5:30 this morning to catch my flight home, only to be told that “the plane is broken.” I waited in line for 3 hours to get a new flight, which leaves tonight. They put me in first class, so I’m okay with that.
Conspiracy theory: Why would an airline experience mechanical failure on the very first flight out of one of the busiest airports in the world, on one of the busiest travel days of the year? I suspect the Department of Homeland Security randomly fucks up flights under the guise of mechanical failure every now and then. To keep them terrorists in line.
A big shout-out goes to Jon Regul, who I woke up twice - once to take me to the airport, and once to take me back. On the way home we stopped at Ralphs and I bought him a quart of milk. Thanks buddy.
I have an Unexpected Free Day now. I’m debating whether I should try to make it a productive one, or start drinking now (it’s 9:15 in the morning). Stay tuned to find out what happens. I know you are on pins and needles on this one.
Shout out to Jon Regul for taking Amy back to LA. Thanks.