January 05, 2005
I can just see myself in this situation. The day I give up my seat on an airplane to a fucking CAT is the day I'm ready to rest a long time in a rubber room.
I hate cats.
Ain't nothing wrong with cats.
You just ain't used the right sauce yet.
If that happened to me, and my wife tried to talk me into giving up our seats for a stranger with a cat, I can't promise I would have said anything at all. I think I would have just looked at Chris, maybe blinked a couple of times, then just turned around and got on the plane.
Dammit, there are just some ideas that don't warrant discussion.
*tosses the cat down that gaping crack between the aircraft and the jetway* Cat, what cat? I don't see a cat, or a problem with getting on the plane.
And I am SICK UNTO DEATH with people that bring their dogs on planes, and said dogs then bark/grow/whine/wail the entire flight. I love animals, but there are limits ...
Don't worry, MAGGOT. Pretty soon any barking will be drowned out by the incessant yapping of people talking on cell phones throughout the entire flight.