Here I Sit…
In the airport.
Per usual.
Chicago Midway (halfway to hell) has a “ground stop” because apparently it’s raining there. I’d like to ask a silly question. What kind of wussy plane can’t fly through rain? My car can go through rain no problem. Heck, my bike can go through rain. You’d think that a machine that’s build to fly at 40,000 feet at 600 miles per hour could handle it.
But you’d be wrong.
It’s not that I’m condoning irresponsible flying. It it’s dangerous, you shouldn’t do it. But I’ve definitely been on a plane in a storm before. It’s not that big of a deal.
And while I’m at it, let’s talk about some other sissies. Construction workers. They act like they’re so tough. Yet what do they do if there’s a slight possibility of rain? They stay home. Like they’ll melt if they get wet. They’re not so tough. Tough is the guy who gets out of his space shuttle and makes repairs to it… in space. That’s tough. No “lack of atmosphere” is going to stop him from doing his job.
You don’t see Army Corps of Engineers hiding inside when it rains. The
I totally agree with your assessment. Sometimes they’ll fly through a tornado, and other times they stop if it’s sprinling. I’d add baseball players to the “wussie” category as well – they can’t throw a ball because it’s wet?
And by the way, Midway is actually 62.5% on the way to hell.
I meant “sprinkling,” of course.
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Wow that is harsher then Ruthy Camden’s boyfriend Peter getting beat up to save Simon!
The best way to true wussiness is to join a worker’s union. You know, so you can stay home (so as not to melt in the rain) and still get paid.