Personal Space

The very definition of personal space puts our comfort zone at 27.5 inches on each side of us, When we board airplanes our comfort zone is greatly reduced, generally to about 10 inches. I boarded a plan from Charlottetown to Halifax, a quick jump, so dealing with the personal space wasn't really such a big deal, unless you are sitting next to "the big deal" Not necessarly a tall man, but it did seem that his testicles must have been the size of bowling balls has he found it almost impossible to keep his legs closed, or perhaps he just enjoyed the personal touch of my leg, he also seemed to have a problem with his elbows as I found them firmly placed into "my seat space" the zone seperated by the arm rest. His stomach rolled out over his belt like a beachball looking for a place to rest.

If you're going to fly, respect the rules of zones, arm rest is neutral. if you cross that neutrel zone you are invading the personal zone.

Respect the zone.

A Canada Games moment

A friend and I stopped by the swimming pool at the University of Prince Edward Island to have a look at the venue before the swimming starts in a couple of days. We were met by a young lady who quickly refused our entry to the pool area as it wouldn't be fair, because we would be cheating, seems that 2 guys in their 50's looked like swimmers in their late teens, as flattered as we were, we explained that we were not athletes but photographers and just wanted to see the pool, we had the correct accreditation to be there and assured her that we would be less than 2 minutes.........I even offered her a Canada Games pin........she said she would rather keep her job.........after a few moments she got up walked 10 feet to an unlocked door and let us in........there was the pool....we looked, I gave her a Canada Games pin.....thanked her and then realized that this young blond was destinted for great things in her future.......most likely in the food services industry........the bulb was not bright in her lamp.

When expectations are High

It's always a hard pill to swallow when you set your expectations too high and then find out that the results are way too low. It's not that I always expect alot, but when I expect the basic needs to be met and then find out that not even those can be had, it just makes some days tough to deal with.

We should know better than to put ones fate in the hands of people that just don't understand.

A short story: The black guy and the van

Once upon a time there was this black guy who pulled a u-turn in the middle of a 4 lane highway and nearly collected a couple of other cars..........including mine..........He is an asshole.

The end.

Crocs

What were they thinking? I have heard that they are very comfortable, but come on people, they are the uglest shoes ever designed.........these croc wearing foot fashion assassins wear socks with them, and believe that will make it ok to wear them with a suit or a dress...........well it doesn't............toss the crocs and wear black socks with brown sandals instead, it looks way better.......

Resturant in Edmonton

So before I left Edmonton I had dinner at the Coast resturant, it was a banquet this time, and I didn't have to pay for dinner, so how much should I complain......I dragged an 8 inch piece of red hair out of my mouth that was still attached to the stuffing I had just stuffed..............It's a great feeling, the gag reflex jumps in to action........and now the thought of what else have I consumed in this meal............will I head out for seconds........nope.......I'll pass on the eyebrows or toenails...........mmmmmm hair.........

The Edmonton redeye

So today I left Edmonton heading to Ottawa at 1am, there was a reason, although I'm not so sure what the reason is right now, being without any real sleep for 36 something hours does that..........I had great plans to catch a few hours sleep on the plane, however Air Canada had other thoughts. I was comfortably falling asleep before we left the runway, and well on my way to a 3 hour slumber before I was told by the guy flying the plane, lets call him dick...his real name is captain rodney, close enough, he announces how long it will take us to get to Toronto and what the weather is like...........I don't care, it's 1:30 am and the weather forecast is dark, he then says we'll keep the announcements to a minimum "so you can get some rest" Oh wait, as I start to drift off again they have to tell me that it is dark in Toronto in the other official language, and then the lights come on as flight attendent Larry wanders the asiles pushing the old food for sale.........Larry it's 2am wrap it up, people are trying to sleep........Larry is followed by the lovely Tiffany...............headsets...headsets...headsets......headsets...Sorry Tiff, it's 2am and people are not watching TV. Then the lights go out, but we have to deal with 10 more announcements, everything from.........how long the flight is, "make sure your setbelt is on as we are experiencing turbulance", geez guys I figured that out on my own..........and "you are now only going to get 2 hours of sleep, before we wake you up to ask if you want a coffee", no thanks Larry, trying to sleep here..............the lights were out, and the sun was now coming up........red eyes on this trip.......and my last red eye flight.