Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Monday, October 15, 2012


George settled in, briefcase tucked beneath his seat. A double ouzo would be the perfect start to the long overnight flight to Athens.

Reaching for the call button, he adjusted the vent to send a cool stream of air wafting across his face. Almost immediately, an adjacent nozzle began to spew water. What the hell?

To his astonishment, a sudden cascade of dirt showered down upon him. Frantic, he unbuckled himself and stood, whereupon a two-foot tongue of flame shot from the armrest, searing off his eyebrows.

Crap, George thought. This’ll be the last time I fly Greek Elemental Airways.


Teresa said...

Awesome way to start a Monday morning.

Maven said...

Ouzo: Breakfast of Champions!

Claude said...

That's why I only trust French wines when traveling. It's aetheraly safer!