Life ain't fair. Deal with it.

Thursday, April 20, 2000 [by:SpaceBass]

I've been looking at my plane ticket.  We board a plane in Portland at 3:30 p.m. on Saturday and arrive in Paris à 2:55 p.m. Sunday.  Hmm.  Okay, the trip is long but it's worth it right?  Coming back though, we depart De Gaulle at 11:10 a.m. and arrive in Portland at 4:42 p.m. the same day!  Okay, yes I know what a time zone is.  Still, it's like during the trip there we lose hours.  When we come home, it's--thud!  It reminds me of a taxi in Las Vegas...sure, when you're just in town and are flush, they'll take the scenic route and run up the meter talking your ear off but lose your shirt and they'll barely let you in, let alone spend a few minutes chatting with you, especially if you've lost your pants too and aren't too clear on where that ringing sound is coming from or who took that bite out of your calf that's oozing just a little and it's really hot in here could you roll down your window but not too much 'cause the squirrels will try to jump in and then it'll be too late and--hey! That ow! Come back!