(09-26-2014, 07:02 PM)L Verge Wrote:
Anita, you would have to get me soooo drunk to get me on a plane that the crew would throw me back off immediately! My flying days are over; this old head cannot take the pressure of take-offs and landings any more, plus those planes seem to fall out of the sky a lot more than they did thirty years ago. With my luck, my seat would be next to Al-Undervar Bomber.
Well, how about a train? I'm with you. Flying is not the glamorous adventure it used to be. And the way they're cramming the seats together for us regular folks gave me an idea for a cartoon.
A person is at an airport ticket counter trying to purchase a seat. The agent asks "Inside or outside?" Behind the agent is a big glass window with a plane at the gate. Seats are fastened to the wing! Additional fees for outdoor seating: oxygen mask; down jacket and goggles.
(09-26-2014, 07:40 PM)Eva Elisabeth Wrote:
(09-26-2014, 06:41 PM)Anita Wrote: I've been trying to trap two large pesty raccoons that keep tearing up my small yard. Maybe Yuengling's beer would do the trick.
Don't know about raccoons, but beer traps work well to prevent strawberry beds from snail and slug attacks.
Thanks Eva. I don't have strawberries. I do have snails and slugs. Do they get drunk?