We take the kids out to the airport fairly often. They love watching the planes land and they get to run around and get some fresh air. Minus the jet exhaust, but you know what I mean. Every time we are there, and I mean EVERY time we're there we see this guy. We park on an access road that goes around the airport and down the length of the main runway. This guy is out there riding it all the time. And yes, he's sitting in a toilet on wheels. A toilet on wheels with flames painted on it. Obviously he doesn't have any legs since he's sitting in the bowl.
I've never spoken to him because he doesn't stop long enough for that, only long enough to turn around and head back the other way. Sorry the pictures suck, but I was hiding behind my van since I figured it would look a little creepy running out onto the road to take shots of a disabled guy. Instead I decided to be even creepier and clandestinely do it from behind my man-van.
So while I slump here, fever ridden and bleeding from every orifice, wondering why nobody loves me and wallowing in my own pity I know that as cold and windy as it is today, this guy is out there right now. And while I should take some kind of lesson from that I think I'll still keep being a whiny-bitch and annoy my wife, cause it's what I do.
Rock on, brother.
**Retraction-I must apologize to the makers of Benedryl whom I mocked yesterday. Turns out that whatever the pill was that I took, it wasn't an anti-histamine. It was too big to be birth control, didn't do squat for my headache... whatever, I'm still alive and pretty sure I'm not pregnant.
***Supreme Leader now has man-cold. And no, not stoic mother-cold, MAN-COLD. If you can't be 'em...