Feb 12 2010

So glad to see a cab

The rest of the flight (after the initial weirdness) was uneventful. I got moved back to coach with my buddies and proceeded to overindulge in a little refreshment (can I say that on here, Mr. Poynter?). Anyway, by the time the plane hit the ground I had to be carried so I didn’t hit the ground.

The last thing I remember before I got in the cab to go to the cruise ship was seeing Princess Butterface all the way on the other side of the terminal. I saluted her with the loudest Bronx cheer evah and got in the car.

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Feb 11 2010

Who knew?

Apparently kissing an Air Marshal’s daughter is a chargeable offense. My trial date is April 15.

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Feb 11 2010

I am not a chubby chaser

So I had been reading Harry Potter to the Air Marshall’s daughter for over an hour (30 minutes on the tarmac, 3o minutes in the air) and man, my throat was dry. What do we have to drink? Milk, water, and Diet Sprite (Princess Butterface is underage, and as her “companion” I too am forbidden from getting a decent beverage).

So I quit reading. The Princess insisted that I continue. I politely declined, citing the aforementioned dry throat.

She started to narrow her eyes, but then she seemed to be just fine. I just sat back and rested for the first time this whole flight.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the Princess look down the aisle, almost like she’s watching for something. Finally curiosity gets the better of me and I lean over a little to see what she’s staring at. When I do, she spins around and puts a kiss-lock on me. I pull myself away just in time to see her dad, Air Marshal So-and-So, and he don’t look happy.

No wonder what she was watching for.

It looks bad for me, but what’s he going to do? Charge me with something for kissing his daughter?

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