I just flew from New York to North Carolina for a long weekend of fun, sun and college girls in sundresses. While in NC I stayed at Mirecourt, a four star hotel right in the middle of the Gothic Wonderland that is Duke University’s campus.
Sadly, the time eventually came on Sunday afternoon for me to head to the airport and catch my return flight back to the Big Apple. As I was making my rounds to say goodbye to the lovely inhabitants of THEE University of North Carolina, many of them said to me “Have a safe trip.”
That’s very nice, I thought. And I responded “Will do.”
Yet, in actuality, do I have any control over whether I have a safe trip? Not so much.
I mean, I’ll do what I can. I’ll leave my seatbelt buckled when I’m sitting in my seat. I’ll keep the airplane cabin doors closed, unless of course I’m called upon to assist in a crisis situation. Then I will leap into action.
Hell, I’ll even do my best not to jump into an engine while it’s running.
However, no matter what I do, it’s really up to the pilots, other airport workers and the Big Man Upstairs as to whether I have a safe trip.
So, next time I’m flying somewhere, instead of telling me to have a safe trip, maybe you could just check to make sure that no one who’s working my flight route is wasted.
Oh, and quit committing sins. You’re pissing off God…