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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Why We Are Doomed!

For those who scoff at the importance of lunch, we offer this cautionary tale. The Legal Editor was called into emergency service, ordered to fly to Washington D.C. and argue before some very important judges. Chaos ensued as the LE frantically prepared motions to substitute counsel, make his flight, and study for his appearance. Lunch consisted of a leftover Starbucks(tm) scone and a small bag of mini-tortilla chips on the plane. The next day the LE flew back to Chicago, his lunch consisting of an overcooked hamburger (always a risk when you order meat "well done") and some overseasoned french fries. No good can come from such lunches. After his plane landed and the LE was buying a ticket for the shuttle bus back to the city, an eccentric old lady standing next to him at the counter asked the LE if he would watch her bags while she took her little dog (!) outside for a moment. Of course, this goes against everything we are instructed, and there had even been a homeland security incident earlier in the day when someone at the Miami airport claimed he had a bomb. But the LE is a sucker for a dog with bladder distress, so he said "sure." Luckily for him, his lack-of-good-lunch didn't blow up in his face, so to speak... Coincidentally, Monz was also in the Eastern Time Zone that evening and contacted the LE, however the conversation had not yet turned to lunch when the call waiting went off and it was the LE's client.
Comments:
yes you must have a talk with LE about his weakness for bitches...

and what suspense!!!! can't wait to find out what monz found to eat in the eastern zone-

starbucks scones are really sturbucks STONES- blehhh!  
I can't stand most of the Starbucks scones, but I kinda dig the cinnamon chip ones -- not too sweet. You travel a lot, so maybe you've noticed this: a lot of airports (not Chicago's but the ones Monz/I were at) have all the "fun" stuff outside of the security checks. When I get to the airport I'm wary of hanging outside of security, less a big line/delay/problem develop at the last minute, so I usually head in right away and have nothing to do. Part of the fun of a trip is getting to go to all the awful aiport stores! Mostly, I feel bad for the kids, who will never know...  
yeah i totally go to all the shops-- than i make a run to the security point-- however i dont actually buy anything- so expensive--  
The "mall" in DC has signs claiming that prices will be "competitive" with non-airport locations, whatever "competitive" means. At least back in 1995, the prices at the Portland airport were shockingly low. (Oregon is a strange state in other ways, like a law that prohibits self-serve gas stations)  
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