From the NYT: Chihuahua airlift. Excerpt: "California, it turns out, has too many Chihuahuas. New York City does not have enough. So animal welfare officials in San Francisco and Manhattan arranged for what a Virgin America press release dubbed a “Chihuahua airlift” — 15 homeless dogs from the Bay Area were flown to Kennedy by the airline so they could be adopted by New Yorkers".
Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "going to the dogs", which New York, although built by people doing "god's work", apparently is.
In case you think I am making trenchant comments on trivial news, you are completely correct. So just to rub it in, here is something from the Straits Times: Canada to mandate nut-free seats. Yes, I too thought this would be a boon, and also thought it would be good to filter out, along with the crazies:
- Maniacal moms (I once saw one scream at the stewardess "If you have toys bring it to me before take off or just don't at all". What entitlement. What a bitch. Why do people think society owes them if they have produced children?)
- The morbidly obese, unless they pay for the other seat that they ooze into, instead of oozing for free into mine (Speaking of which, why don't the skinny people get to check in more bags? Why not give a quota based on personal + bag weight? Oh that is unfair. But oozing into my seat is not.)
- Aisle walkers. Give me the creeps. Especially if attired in purple velour tracksuits.
- Group aerobics, calisthenics, facial isometrics etc (on flights to Korea I have literally seen most of the flight faithfully rotate their head, raise their arms, do the boogie woogie etc, following the onscreen instructor.)
- Drunkards. Actually, just ban alcohol. No need to get into a tizzy, or worry about how to do this. If McDonald's can stop offering the "pig toy" because it offends Islam, airlines can do the same because alcohol is haram too. So there.
- People who have not been taught how to carry a handbag / backpack. What is with assholes who believe their physical presence ends with their clothes? You know what I am talking about - the IT geeks carring backpacks 2 feet deep and not realizing it hits everyone in that radius on the train, bus, toilet etc; he bitch (most always middle-aged female) with the imbecilic grin that always hits you in the head with her handbag as she passes, turning left and right to look at set numbers and blithely whacking the innocent.
Alas, our rejoicing must wait for another day.
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