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Wha..? I think I would've written something like this down somewhere. But apparently I have a dental appointment tomorrow morning. Whoa, speak of strange timing.. (just after I got back.)
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Well, my last patrol date for the year (most likely) will start late. Woot!
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I just got back from the bank. I needed to pay off my Visa card.
Oh yeah, on the drive back from the airport, I ended up behind a red sports car. I took a closer look, and noticed that it was an Acura. It was also an RSX. Upon closer inspection of the license plate.. Good grief! It was MB! What were the chances? Too bad I was getting off on that exit so I couldn't really flag her down. I tried high beaming, but that didn't get any reaction. Oh well.
When I got home from the bank, my mom told me that a lot of people who go to the banks don't "came".
"Came?"
I've thought of coming and going, but honestly, no versions of either sounded right for that situation. After a few minutes of trying to figure out how people in banks "came". I checked with my dad, and he told me that there were a lot of accounts in banks that people don't come for.
Oh! Claim.
Good grief.
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Hmm, I was just doing my taxes and I think my tax return should be enough to pay off for my car insurance for the year. How convenient!
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We dropped by the office to make some last minute changes and make the final build. Hopefully we didn't break anything in the process.
The weather was amazing. Warm and sunny, with nary a cloud in the sky. Not humid, and not too windy. Better yet, no bugs around!
I finally had time to go and pick up some postcards to send off, but when I looked for stamps, I found out that the going rate was 70 cents to send a postcard and the dispenser was selling them at $1.10 a pop! Highway robbery! I had some extra stamps on me, but only enough for one postcard. The rest I'll have to give out from here. *sigh*
We ended up on a flight full of vacationers. The plane itself was painted yellow and had the following words stenciled on the tail fin:
"Big Yellow Taxi"
Interesting.
The check in was actually done manually. None of the computers were working I guess, or they weren't set up to use them, but it was cool to see how everything was done by hand. I was asked if I wanted an exit seat.
"Exit seat?"
KM explained to me that the exit seats were seats next to the emergency exits. Apart from having to open the exits in an emergency, you get the added perk of extra legroom.
Sign me up!
At least the stewardresses were younger much more better looking than the ones we had on the way down. Less reason to nap on the way back home I guess.
As I shimmied into my seat, I noticed two signs. The first one stated that no carry on luggage wss allowed in that row. *puts notebook under seat* The second stated that the seats in the exit row had restricted reclining ability. Ah well.
During final preparations for takeoff, the head steward started rambling off (in his Scottish? accent) the usual spiel on safety and muttered:
"Place any carry on luggage and small children under the seat in front of you."
*blink* Did I hear that right?
I looked around and realized that I wasn't the only one hearing things. In fact the steward continued on adding in these little barbs like when he was talking about the oxygen masks:
"If you have any children, or adults acting like children, put your mask on first.."
By the end of the welcome monologue, he had the whole cabin howling. Most of the people on the plane had flown before, so that made the alterations even more entertaining. It's too bad there aren't more guys like that to lighten up the trip..
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