The Power of Love

Oh, I forgot to mention . . . if you go back in this blog and search for "First Class" you'll see how many time I've mentioned it.

But on the very last leg of my flight this time, from Minneapolis to Montreal, I

got

first

class.

I was so crazy tired I couldn't enjoy it, but the sweet lady at the checkin counter in Minneapolis obviously took pity on me (and noticed my tie) and we babbled for a couple of minutes and she suddenly said "Can I have your boarding pass?"

And I, puzzled, gave it to her and she took it and tore it up, to my astonishment, and then pushed a button and out came a new one, marked "4A".

That's pronounced "Four Fucking-A."

Lessons to be learned, my flock, lessons to be learned. BE NICE AND DRESS WELL AND THE WORLD IS YOURS.

Too bad I was too trashed to enjoy the champagne.