Today as I was leaving work, a woman was standing outside with her daughter as a train passed by with aircraft fuselages strapped to the cars. "What is that?" the little girl asked wide-eyed. "Those are planes" the mother replied. "That's silly. Where are their wings?" the girl said, stomping her tiny foot on the sidewalk.
The first thing that went through my mind was how totally cool it would be if they did leave the wings on when they transported airplanes on trains. The massive amount of damage that would ensue as they cut a swath of death and destruction on their journey would be a crazy-awesome sight to behold.
But then I felt sad because, just like the girl observed, a plane with no wings that can't fly isn't really a plane at all.
Until I realized that the fuselages were on their way over to Seattle, where Boeing would get them all fixed up with wings, landing gear, tiny toilets, a cool paint job, and uncomfortable seats packed too closely together. Then I was happy again.
Well, happy for the planes... not the people who have to sit in those uncomfortable seats...
This weekend I am going to Seattle too.
Alas, it's not to get my wings. I've decided it might be nice to stay grounded for a little while.
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Planes do not make me happy, wings or no wings. I fear planes. Even when I am not on one. I just know that one day a plane will fall out of the sky and crush me, and I bet it’s JUST before I get laid.
Ooooo, maybe we can convince the Mythbusters to do a whole episode about planes, with wings, on trains. ‘Cause, they’re into the whole destruction thing, too. Dude, that would rock!
I think you would look awesome with wings.
How the hell am I your first comment?
You’re too much of a nomad to stay grounded for long.
Okay, you cheeky little monkey… I see you flippin’ me the bird. No animals in the cabin. Off to the baggage compartment with ya.
hope you’re getting a Kate while you’re here. 😉
right now, i’m pretending to be the person in the front left
check out my facial hair!
That was so sweet it almost gave me toothache. Almost.
I’ve seen your Seattle tweets…I am not sure “grounded” is the word I’d use there, Jaeger Mister ;).
Happy V Day, dude. May you have lots of self love today, even if it’s not a mile up in the air.
Stow that Bad Monkey under the seat or in the overhead bins, now! He is not well grounded.
I’m glad you’re taking a little break from travel. Sometimes I wonder how you don’t go crazy, but then again… 😉
Hey, I made you a list! See how I’ll do anything you ask?
So, per chance, is that me sitting next to bad monkey?
Strange how things that little kids say get people thinking.
What is Monkey flicking off this time? Was it a Diane Keaton movie as in-flight entertainment?