A Quick Sojourn!

14:16 hrs (Mtn)
21 Jan 15

     Do you want you sub toasted?
     Yes, please.

     Do you want a drink?
     No, thank you.

     Should have had the sub fresh and accepted the drink. Over toasted bread crumbs wafted into my esophagus and created some distress. Like hacking up a lung. Airport food is never on the cutting edge. And way over priced. Fifteen bucks for a Mozza burger and onion rings? Am I paying for Kobe beef? I think not. So anything realistically affordable, be it Subway, Sbarro, or the Manchu Wok, all tastes suspiciously the same. The great comedian Steve Martin once did a routine where he suggested that all the stuff in McDonald's came out of this huge vat of goo. Fries, shakes, burgers, cardboard boxes and even your change was piped in and formed out this mysterious gelatinous stuff. Its on the same albym as the Cruel Shoes. Look it up. It's pretty funny shit.

     So, why am I in a Mountain time zone that is so far from my beloved Left Coast Paradise?

     Well, its a circuitous route that one has to take if you want to fly on a dependable airline (West Jet) from the Island to the interior of the province to surprise one's Mom for her BIRTHDAY!  And let me tell you that it looks just awful outside in YYC. Its about -2C and there's all this white stuff all over the ground. Li'l Sis says its dandruff but I don't believe her.

     The crumbs are attacking my throat agaon. Time for a drink.