... and head for the hills. Yes, the end is near. Surely, there can be no more certain sign of the end-times than the following:

I went to YVR early for my L-fare flight to YYZ. I wanted to have the best chance at upgrading the uLtra low fare, possibly by standing-by for a CP flight instead. I immediately went to check-in, were I found two AC agents having a chat, but also saw another agent waving and smiling in my direction. I looked around to make sure she wasn't actually smiling at Robert Milton (perhaps sneaking up behind me with a big club) but no, it was me. We exchanged pleasantries, and then I told the agent that before actually checking-in, I'd like her "professional advice" on my best chances at an upgrade. I also mentioned my CP E/P status and my AC L fare. She quickly replied that as long as I had some old CP stickers (1999, black, red, or grey) she could confirm my upgrade right there.

Thunk!

The blackness slowly faded to a blurry dark object, surrounded by soft white light. Over the course of the next few minutes the blur slowly sharpened. I didn't really understand why, but there was a BC Ambulance Service Paramedic leaning over me, and there seemed to be lots of people standing around staring at me. The paramedic kept asking me how many fingers, but all I could say was AC 100.

After another few minutes, it all came back. I remembered who I was and that I lived at 10 Downing Street, but I still wasn't sure if I would still be President until at least Monday. The ambulance people were worried that I might have injured my head in the fall, but no damage was done. Except to the floor. Apparently I'll have to pay for that.

They sent me on my way. I'm sure I was supposed to do something or be somewhere today, but it's only a foggy notion that keeps fading in and out. Oh well, I'm sure it'll all come back to me. In time.


[This message has been edited by Ken hAAmer (edited 11-18-2000).]