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Fly the terror-filled skies
> Luggage collected. Exodus. Migration from Gate B27 to B10. Another search
> (number **five**; J-E wondered if he could qualify for **“Frequently
> Searched”** miles). They examined the bags and told Mr. Moseler to open a
> wrapped present for a Moseler sibling in Milwaukee. It was a gift of
> marzipan candy that to the airport authorities—who had never heard of
> **marzipan** the same way they had never heard of a **Palm Pilot**—looked
> suspiciously like brightly colored C-4 explosive with sugar ribbons on top.
> Mr. Moseler was asked–we're not kidding—to take a **bite** out of each
> offending morsel right there on the spot, to prove that the stuff wouldn't
> blow his molars to Kingdom Come (like, if it **did**, they wanted to see
> him burst like a flaming pinata right there in the check-in line). He
> courageously refused, and they miraculously let him board without further
> incident. The new plane finally left at 10:30 a.m., two-and-a-half hours
> late, that is, if you disregard the twenty-or-so hours that they were
> **already** late.
>
> The Moselers finally got to Milwaukee and had ten minutes to spend with
> their family.
>
Via InstaPundit.Com [1], John-Erik's Airborne Adventure [2]
So let me get this straight—Bush signs an emergency bill giving the airline
industry millions of dollars to keep them solvent in the wake of September
11^th [3] and service actually gets worse?
I've even heard they no longer serve food on flights anymore. Not that the
food was anything to write home about, nor very satisfying as a meal, but
what's the excuse? Afraid of a terrorist using a spork to take over the
plane?
Oops, I think I should shut up now.
[1]
http://instapundit.com/
[2]
http://www.silentplanet.com/faa/index2.html
[3]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2001/09/11.3
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