Not the kind you homos are thinking.
I missed my flight out of O'hare Monday last week, so instead of being in Texas at 9AM like I was supposed to be I spent 12 hours on standby, missing 4 more flights, until I got lucky and made it out on the second to the last flight out for the night.
Anyway, spending 12 hours in O'hare is no treat. To top it off, the hOoters chili I had the night before was beginning to kick in, and I ended up punishing the porcelain on more than one occasion.
One of those times I'm sitting on the hopper, minding my own business, and playing a little solitaire on the cell phone. Next thing I know, some doofus slams the door open in the stall next to me, sits down and starts doing his thing. Anyway, about a minute later, the dude's iced coffee hits the floor, damn thing was fresh and full....and about 3/4's of it comes spewing into my stall. I quickly move my laptop bag out of the way, before it gets on there...no harm done. I mutter out an "oops", loud enuff for the guy to hear. About 2 seconds later, he slams his fist on the divider between us, shaking the whole damn thing...then a couple more seconds later a chuck of DIRTY TP comes flying under the wall and into my throne! WTF!! The guy dumps HIS coffee into MY chitter and then gets pissed at ME!
So anyhow I'm sitting there looking at the mess by my feet, just flat out dumbfounded at what this chithead just did. I've already been in the airport for 8 hours, not in too good of a mood. I'm thinking to myself I can either A: finish my masterpeice, and just drop it. Or B: Start a fight in the airport bathroom and get arrested by the PoPo, probably spend a night in jail, and miss the rest of my appointments and probably get my ash fired as a result.
I picked A....but for a second considered B. I did have good advice from somebody here at work, if and when that happens again just toss a handful of tiolet water over the top, then run like hell. lol
I missed my flight out of O'hare Monday last week, so instead of being in Texas at 9AM like I was supposed to be I spent 12 hours on standby, missing 4 more flights, until I got lucky and made it out on the second to the last flight out for the night.
Anyway, spending 12 hours in O'hare is no treat. To top it off, the hOoters chili I had the night before was beginning to kick in, and I ended up punishing the porcelain on more than one occasion.
One of those times I'm sitting on the hopper, minding my own business, and playing a little solitaire on the cell phone. Next thing I know, some doofus slams the door open in the stall next to me, sits down and starts doing his thing. Anyway, about a minute later, the dude's iced coffee hits the floor, damn thing was fresh and full....and about 3/4's of it comes spewing into my stall. I quickly move my laptop bag out of the way, before it gets on there...no harm done. I mutter out an "oops", loud enuff for the guy to hear. About 2 seconds later, he slams his fist on the divider between us, shaking the whole damn thing...then a couple more seconds later a chuck of DIRTY TP comes flying under the wall and into my throne! WTF!! The guy dumps HIS coffee into MY chitter and then gets pissed at ME!
So anyhow I'm sitting there looking at the mess by my feet, just flat out dumbfounded at what this chithead just did. I've already been in the airport for 8 hours, not in too good of a mood. I'm thinking to myself I can either A: finish my masterpeice, and just drop it. Or B: Start a fight in the airport bathroom and get arrested by the PoPo, probably spend a night in jail, and miss the rest of my appointments and probably get my ash fired as a result.
I picked A....but for a second considered B. I did have good advice from somebody here at work, if and when that happens again just toss a handful of tiolet water over the top, then run like hell. lol
