Friday, July 15, 2005
I Hate Flying...
I just got back from Columbus, and the Deltas gave me a wonderful reception. But flying nowadays is the worst. Over the past five years, I've flown about a thousand times, and I don't mind the actual act of flying. You could flip the plane upside down and it wouldn't faze me. But I HATE the layovers, the waiting, the expensive McDonalds combo meals, and buying magazines I wouldn't read any other time. Last night, I was coming back from Columbus on America West, otherwise known as America's Worst, and we didn't get into Los Angeles until 2:45am. I was supposed to get there around 12:45am. So I get about three hours of sleep, and then get up to finish up the last bit of the house before the realtors come by today. We're going to list the house tomorrow.
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So did the painter ever come back to finish the job that he abandoned before the realtors got there?
No, he didn't show up. But didn't really matter. I picked my realtor. He can finish up this weekend. But it was damn annoying to come home to things not completely done.
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