somewhere over paris…
// August 8th, 2008 // Comments Off // travel
I am currently on annoying flight #2178 from Athens to London. All I can say is, if you are fat you got no one to blame but yourself. If your leg is all squished up against someone else’s seat beacause you decided to eat your kids’ airplane meal as well as your own to further add to the tubbiness that is your fat and fucked up seld, then you can go and kiss my fucking ass. Don’t tell me to m ove my seat forward only after kicking it andpushing it continuously for 30 minutes without me even saying a word, and then expect me to do the noble thing and feel sorry for you because you are fat. I am not going to do it for your fat ass. And If I am flying to London from Greece and I don’t look Greek than chances are I DON’T SPEAK ANY FUCKING GREEK. Much, anyway.
P.S At this point I am being alerted to the fact that their may be a fat casualty in the toilet who is having a hard time getting out.
Traveling around athens for th epast few days has led me to believe certain things about their homeland.
1. There are more billaboards for cigarettes and alcohol condensed in such a small area that I have ever seen. It makes smoking and alcohol as vital as food and air.
2. People still feel it’s ok to smoke in your face. Apparently asthma has not been discovered in Athens yet.
3. You can smoke practically everywhere. That’s right. Even in your coffin.
4. They like to start hourses and then leave the skeletal structure long enough for it to be covered in grqfitti.
5. They automatically speak to you in Greek unless you say “hello” and even then, they think you’re weird.
6. A main meal is big enough for 4 people. 4 THIN people. A fat fuck like the one behind me would eat that and her kid’s dinner.
7. Waiters don’t come back to ask if you would like something more to drink throughout your meal and take forever to get the bill.
There are some kids on this flight who need to be killed. Row 38 seats H&K. Obviously spoilt brats who talk to their parents like they are shit but they may as well deserve it for giving their kids everything they want all the time.
Here’s a general tip, as much as I like having people make my bed and give me fresh towels when I come back from a day of doing nothing – I hate to see my shit all tidied up. I do. It’s weird and I don’t know why I hatge it. I think it has stemmed from when my mother used to clean up my room and put everything in neat little piles just so she could see enough table top to clean it. But then of course, i couldn’t find anything and I used to get really pissed off.
Well now I kindg got a problem with people touching my shit in general. Because one day in HK, Roger and I decided to get some fruit to take a break from the crap we had been eating. Of course we had no knives or anything to cut the fruit with we bought a cheap $2 knife. We left it on a bench in the room. After coming back one day it was gone. The fucking bitch ass maid stole our knife! Oh well, it was only 2 bucks.
Fast forward to HK aurport a day later. We are flying to London. We go through security. They check Roger’s bag because what appears to be in there is a knife. Well that was a bit of a collar pulling situation. The maid had for some reason, put it in his back pack. Thankfully security joked about it, and Roger gave them the knife after they asked him if he would be needing it. No harm done but it could have been a lot worse.
25 mins to London. Cannot wait for customs.
