Warm peanuts, cold beer
Twenty planes in front of us.
Cold peanuts, warm beer.

Who's in first? It's not
me. Outranked again by a
Platinum Elite.

Loud man on cellphone:
"Guess where I am calling from!"
Upgraded Newbie.

Two days traveling,
Twenty hours in Hong Kong, the
Chase for Gold is on.

(not really flying-related but ....)

Stock Market is closed.
All managers in Hamptons,
Peons in office.


[This message has been edited by CozumelJen (edited 07-03-2001).]