“Thank you for calling Satan. Your call is important to the Dark Lord.
Please continue to hold.”
The photo above is probably not of Hell rising, but rather a reflection of the heat boiling up from the unwashed brows of the uncounted hordes of angry travelers camped out in airports nationwide, watching through reddening eyes as flights are canceled faster than mouthy white guys, enduring the endless repetition of tinny holiday tunes while on perma-hold with customer service, and wondering if their gastrointestinal systems can survive another Happy Meal that is anything but.
So, yeah. Maybe Hell rising after all.
Tags: Hell, Southwest Airlines
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December 27, 2022 at 10:37 am |
That is a great picture. Chapeau. Happy new year all ye ’round the pickle barrel. I’m thinking a digital detox holiday might be in order for me to maintain order in my little grey cells.
December 27, 2022 at 10:44 am |
Thanks, matey. I got lucky there — I was fiddling around in the kitchen and Herself goes, “Oooh, look outside!” So I did. What a sunrise. Here’s another.
December 27, 2022 at 10:47 am |
PO’B: “Digital detox” has a nice sound to it and could be a recipe for what ails so many folks: digital addiction. A brief respite might be just what the doc ordered to cleanse one’s mind, soul, and conscience. I’m going for a walk with our two grand-daughters this afternoon to celebrate 55F temps here in the Bibleburg area and my bride’s and my 53d wedding anniversary.
December 27, 2022 at 10:51 am |
Your 53rd? Well done indeed. And a stroll with two grandkids. Three reasons to be joyful this holiday season.
Well, four, if you count not being in an airport.
December 27, 2022 at 1:39 pm |
Can’t believe my son flew all the way to Brazil without any major nightmares yesterday. Go figure since you cannot fly the 30 minute hop from Detroit to Chicago right now without a major battle. BTW not many guys would have the moxie to get a wife a vacuum cleaner for a gift. So I assume this was something Herself did without you involved? However I do picture you in a bike related logo shop apron pushing the new vac hither and yon while singing along with Tom Waits.
December 27, 2022 at 1:48 pm |
Brazil? Wowsah. I bet it ain’t snowing down there.
Yeh, stateside seems like your basic roll of the dice. NYT says Southwest, the reigning champeen of canceled flights, doesn’t do the hub-and-spoke drill like the other airlines, instead having planes fly from destination to destination without returning to a hub.
Nor do they have agreements with other outfits to take their stranded peeps.
So, winning, I guess, hey? Until Ragnarok comes and DoT gets involved.
How’s the snow up your way? You having to crawl up the chimbley and pee off the roof?
Oh, right, almost forgot: Herself bought the vacuum. I learned never to buy household tools for the missus from my old man, who did that once and regretted it instantly and for the rest of his life.
If she lets me drive it, I’ll be singing this number from Mr. Waits.
December 27, 2022 at 7:54 pm |
Most of the Mitten State got a very modest amount of snow but did get the wind chill into brass monkey territory. And can you believe it’s supposed to hit 50 in a few days? Ain’t right is all. I’ll say the first two lines of the Waits tune lays it right out there.
December 28, 2022 at 7:45 am |
The wind is the worstest. When we lived on that rockpile outside Weirdcliffe the sumbitch would come sweeping in off the Sangres and put a hurtin’ on our ass. We’d be tossing chunks into the woodstove like Trumpetistas burning Sedition 101 memos in the Mar-A-Lago fire pit.
December 27, 2022 at 4:59 pm |
My brother sent me a short video yesterday that I apparently deleted by accident, but was much like this one out of the NY Times.
December 27, 2022 at 5:18 pm |
Now that right there is my idea of a real good time, except not.