Yeah seriously, man up TP.
Now I love my life and wouldn’t trade it with any of you all, but I am supposed to feel bad for a single guy that has to get up at 6am so he can fly to the Bahamas? Here is a typical morning over here that happens before 6am. My little guy gets up at 5am +/- 30mins, downs a big bottle, he and I hang out and shoot the breeze for 10 minutes or so and then he squeezes out his early morning dump. I change his diaper, toss him in bed with my wife, grab the dog and go for a run. Repeat daily.
So you can see my heart breaks for you. You got up early, dragged yourself to the airport, possibly downed a bloody mary (but probably didn’t take the double the booze for an extra $1) while maybe eating one of those big ass airport breakfasts, got on a plane, and crashed out for the flight.
Regardless, good luck to you all.
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