Speaking of peanuts, did you know that there are peanut free flying zones? Due to allergic reaction that some people have to peanuts (of course why they eat them if they know that they are allergic is beyond me) there are peanut free zones.
Perplexing.
Cattle Cars in the Skies
I don’t always understand Southwest Airlines. They have this funky seating system. When you purchase a ticket you don’t get an assigned seat; you get a letter. A’s get to board the plane first, B’s second and the C’s well they are just destined to sit in a center seat. People truly become the worst. I watched a man yesterday with an ‘A’ card spread out all of his things across three seats. Meanwhile the B’s and C’s are tying to find places to sit. This man thinks that he somehow deserves these seats, or I don’t know what the hell is thinking. I decided that he needed the ‘stare of guilt’ treatment. Which basically requires someone (me) to stare at him, wait until he makes eye contact, and then look at his stuff. Repeat until desired effect; if subject is stubborn, you can go to DefCon 2 by cordially inviting a fellow traveler to sit beside you while you continue to stare.
Curious on why Southwest Airlines had decided to subject people to this kind of strange inhumanity, I decided to call the Southwest Customer Service phone number (1-800-I-FLY-SWA or in espanol 1-800-VAMONOS). I spoke with a very nice lady named Jan. I explained the situation that I had encountered yesterday and asked her why do they do it. Basically if you force people to find their own seats on an airplane the move their asses a lot faster, therefore allowing the plane to land, unload, reload, and refuel in less than 30 minutes. As an added bonus the ‘A’ cards are handed out to the people that get their boarding cards first. To quote Jan “If you have an ‘A’, you are first class.” Considering that I had ‘A’ cards both flights I decided to end my arguement.
Flying the friendly skies, for a tiny bag of peanuts and 1/4 cup of soda.
I am mortally ashamed of my fellow man on this day. I arrive off my exit on the parkway today to discover that a black couple’s car has broken down and they are pushing their car. She is pregnant and their daughter is sitting in the back seat. All the other drivers are acting all pissed off, and speeding around them. The white man maketh me proud. So I pulled over and helped them get the car out of the way, and then gave them a jumpstart so that they could get to a safe place.
It seems like we are becoming a country of hate. People would rather spit on you then help you. This has to stop, no wonder the rest of the world is starting to hate us 
Ring the alarm cause now the sound is dying
Ring the alarm, and now the sound is suffering
Ring the alarm cause now the sound is dying
Ring the alarm, and now the sound is..
and now the sound is
and now the sound is…
-Tenor Saw