I flew in on a red eye from Vegas to Newark, which was delayed with a tight connection to Chicago. Just as I thought I had a glimmer of hope to make it, turns out the Duggar’s were in front of me. 18 and counting the minutes away to my Chicago boarding closing. It was like watching Walking Dead Junior Edition, as the little zombies obviously ate their parents brains for thinking taking children to Vegas is a good idea. Maybe they are mules for the medical marijuana from there with their sticky hands from gummies. Needless to say, I missed the flight, but perhaps I’ll follow the pack to their field trip to the Turtle Back Zoo. On another note, I’ve sneezed three times between both flights and no fellow passengers have blessed me. You’d think they’d understand that as we travel 500 mph in a tube at 35k feet that my unblessed self will meet their same fate. Being a minister now, I just blessed myself and called it day
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