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June 23, 2004
Wednesday Morning...
Fabulous Babe is convinced that Junior went down a couple of floors on the elevator last night. FB didn't sleep well last night and the next few days are going to be pretty long for her at work. (Big business conference.)
Yes. Yes she is still working with 6 days to go.
In a vain effort to protect the resale value of her car I suggested she take a towel with her today. It turned out to be good advice because she threw up in our garage. (“Can you get me another towel?”) FB hasn’t caught any breaks since conception and things don’t seem to be getting any better.
When FB wrote me that letter I quoted last night she was on a flight to Seattle. That’s the same flight where she landed in hot water with a stewardess over air rage.
I’m a recovering Sid Meir’s Alpha Centauri addict and at the time FB was mildly interested in the game as well. (It must have been love.) Bored on the flight she began a game and soon was sucked in by its siren call. Two key factors to the story: she was playing it on the flight while wearing headphones and had a bad run of luck against the insipid “Chairman Yang of the Hive”.
What FB didn’t realize was that her extra spicy complaining was being heard several rows to the front and rear of her. Deep in the game, head down and concentrating on building cities, developing new units and expanding her territory in the face of a massive onslaught by the Hive, FB has a Air Canada stewardess tap her on the shoulder and say:
“Miss, I have to ask you to stop swearing so loudly. Other people are complaining.”
*insert great roars of laughter*
Her big complaint was that the interruption came when she thought she was turning the tide. Red faced and embarrassed she shut the laptop down and opened a book.
More today after our doctor appointment. Wish us luck.
Posted by Jim at June 23, 2004 07:37 AM