“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

Commuter's Diary: Post #4576DEd
Wednesday, December 9, 2009

You know you're flying into Fort Myers, Florida when there is a call for eight wheelchair assists after the plane lands.

You know you're flying OUT of Nashville, Tennessee when a frantic flight attendant is scrambling to find spots for FIVE guitars!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

And you know you're flying out of Fort Myers when a preponderance of the TSA people are ex-military power-mad egomaniacs.

December 14, 2009 at 12:47 PM  

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