If I Don’t Return, Avenge My Death
I’m sitting at my gate at JFK right now, about to board a plane to Los Angeles on the sleek, new, and exciting Virgin America.
Of course, I made the brilliant decision to wear flip-flops today, since it’s hot as balls outside and two of the three modes of public transportation I used today had no air-conditioning (thanks, MTA! At least the Port Authority kept me cool and comfortable on the Airtrain - but at $5 a ride, they damn well better). Naturally, they had me take them off going through the metal detector - after I had already gone through the metal detector with them on and did not set it off. So, I tossed them off, and stepped across a bare tile floor.
A bare tile floor.
That looked dirty.
In the International Terminal.
If I catch the plague or malaria or something before this trip is over, now you’ll know why.
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October 4th, 2007 at 3:35 pm
Ha Ha Sound says:I think everything’ll be OK. People in L.A. are so dumb that they don’t have nerve endings and bacteria doesn’t affect them. =+)
October 4th, 2007 at 4:13 pm
Lauren says:This angers me beyond belief. The whole reason to wear flipflops on a flight is so that you don’t have to take your effing shoes off. Booooo.
October 5th, 2007 at 9:00 am
fbl says:annoying yet understandable to make people take their shoes off after the ’shoe bomber’ scare but what in heaven’s name could you be hiding in flip flops?
October 5th, 2007 at 12:46 pm
ScribeLA says:Have a fun in LA! It’s a nice city, if you play your cards right…
-Scribe
October 5th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
TROiSi says:Why were you in the international terminal if you were going to LA? Did you have a long connection?