My good friend, Scott, emailed me just now to ask how my trip to Japan was. I thought I would share my rant with you, my very good friends, every one of you:
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Scotty,
No, I've been home for a week, but I'm still completely trashed. Imagine going to that pithole, Chicago, arriving at 10 a.m. and wanting a beer before boarding that 14-hour leg to Tokyo, then a two-hour wait in an unfamiliar terminal before another another two-hour flight to Osaka and a search for your hotel to be told that "No alcohol in Illinois on Sunday before 11 a.m." But hey, that after going through security twice, looking desperately for a restaurant, ANYTHING open at ALL and discovering that everyone you're talking to is just mumbling to cover up the fact that, yes, indeedy, this IS a shithole, you shouldn't be here, there is NOTHING open so please let me get along on my good God-fearin' Sunday.
Hey, that was just the first part. Don't get me started on the second. Or the third. Or the fourth. Or the fifth. Or the sixth. (Hey, the sixth was actually okay).
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Ah, I see that travel is not your forte! Hopefully you've had enough beer by now to make things better.
ReplyDeleteHee hee! I'm woikin' on it! The problem of no more beer can be fixed!
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