Who doesn’t love being stuck in economy class in planes? Oh the joy of broken knee caps, bent spine, and plenty of sweat. I flew from Toronto to Dublin, and back, this summer; and I could’t help but bleed from my eyes because of the terrorizing; gut wrenching; “getting the call from an ex that you have a son;” horror that is sitting between two people and unable to stand to empty your bladder.
Oh well, at least … wait… somehow I have forgot what I was talking about. Better finish writing.