I made it.
On the plane I had a window seat. Both flights. The lady at Expedia asked me if I had a preference, and I thought it'd be fun to peek out and see the landscape. You know, like a little kid. Turns out I had to pee a lot and everyone in my row had to move every time.
But that's not the point. The point is, I saw fingernail chewings in the window. I know that they were fingernails because:
1) They looked exactly like fingernails
2) There were five of them
3) I could see chew marks
I couldn't let it go the whole flight. How (HOW?) did they get there? We're talking about heavy-duty double paned windows here. Airplane windows. You know what they're like. The clippings were inbetween the two panes, pressed up against the plastic (plastic, right?) just on the other side of me. Taunting me.
It wasn't until we were over the Rockies that it hit me. The hole!! That little, tiny hole that seems to serve no purpose at all. I hope that you're with me, that you know what I mean. I always assumed that there was some scientific reasoning behind it, pressure, temperature, aerodynamicness, whatever. Turns out it's for depositing your chewed fingernails. Who knew.
My allergies are out of control.
More to come. I would hate to think that you clicked this link thinking you'd be reading all about my exciting new life, and instead got some shitty story about fingernail chewings.
But I gotta figure out where this campus is.
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