Ha-HA! Oh, sorry, did you have a plot to take over an airplane with bottles of smart water and Pepsi and stuff? Guess what: that shit is FOILED. Check. Mate.
If I sound bitter, it’s because I was bumped from my flight to San Fran, and have been killing time in JFK until my new 10 PM flight to Salt Lake City. I had to use the words “unacceptable” and “supervisor” several times before they managed to figure out a way to get me to SF in time for the show tomorrow night. On the plus side, I did have a chance to play a little Ms. Pacman and a bit of the old Galaga. I did pretty well in the former, but shot my own captured ship in the latter – rookie mistake! Now I’ve been hanging around long enough that it’s actually starting to feel a little homey – like all the tired angry airport people are my tired angry family. I’m going to miss this airport.
I know you’re worth it, west coast.