Posts Tagged ‘flying’
Back in college I was walking to class and about 50 yards from the door I got a big blob of bird poop in my hair. I thought it was a stick or something that hit me and instantly reached up and got it on my hand. I also tipped the balance of it so it started to ooze down the side of my head onto my cheek. I had to walk all the way back home and shower. I was very late for class.
I have lots of flying dreams. It’s one of those things that’s always in the back of my mind. More like a memory than a dream. Whenever I’m a bit sleepy or drowsy gravity doesn’t pull on me quite as strongly.
It’s such a horrible feeling when you are going to miss your plane. The whole experience of air travel gives me such a powerless feeling. I’m at the whim of a gauntlet of people and metal detectors. Any of them can decide that I don’t get to fly. Adding the fact that my plane took off before I even got into the airport just multiplies it all by stomach churning proportions.
Today’s Biff knows where he is.
Some people are very proud of the things they own.
“Hey have you seen my new tape dispenser yet?”
“No, I have not!”
“Check it out!” (pulls 3 feet of tape out as he wads it up into a ball)
“Hey that’s great!”
“Watch this!” (runs across the room pulling the tape behind him, trips on the rug and falls head first into the opposite wall.)
Today’s Biff smells fresh.