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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

thoughts on my flight to nyc

Pen cannot write nor tongue express the extreme pissed-offness of the toddler two rows in front of me.

Its parents (quiet, you, I can't tell boy or girl at that age) are letting it move freely about the cabin, I think in an effort to avoid more screaming fits.

I do not resent them, for I bear no responsibility for the care and entertainment of the child. It is freeing. I know how it feels to have judging eyes on you for circumstances and behavior beyond your control. They probably need to clamp down, but that's not for me to say. I'll be pretty incensed if it screams any more, though.

I'm so glad I brought my purple scarf.

I was in the bathroom trying to do whatever it is one does with a small bag of heroin, but we hit some turbulence and I accidentally choked on it! Whoopsie! But then a handsome scruffy doctor saved my life.

From the excessive degree of twee embroidery on its clothing I have determined that the screaming, wandering toddler is a female.

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