The frequent flier condition
Jan 25, 1999 | 9:23 pm
#16
Original Member
Join Date: May 1998
Location: Paris, France for now
Posts: 137
I guess I am a work nut. I also have to be getting something down on the plane. The joy of flying except when I'm doing the flying is in getting stuff down. I like it because I CAN'T be reached on the plane usually. I haven't gotten to the point where I am giving people out a skyphone number yet. I just bring my laptop with plenty of batteries, and hunker down. I usually will chat with someone if they start talking, but I don't generally initiate a conversation. Who the hell wants to talk to a banker? Anyway, my two cents worth.
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Jan 26, 1999 | 1:35 pm
#18
Commander Catcop
Join Date: May 1998
Posts: 10,259
You take a good approach to flying, Phil.
I would NOT want to have a skyphone number for work and people to call me in the air. That's MY TIME to do whatever (and it would be a pain to be in a great conversation with someone really special
and have the phone ring.
I also don't give up my cell phone number except to my very highest member Inner Circle friends. They know not to reach me unless it's the ultimate emergencies (and they know what they are!) CATMAN
I would NOT want to have a skyphone number for work and people to call me in the air. That's MY TIME to do whatever (and it would be a pain to be in a great conversation with someone really special
and have the phone ring.I also don't give up my cell phone number except to my very highest member Inner Circle friends. They know not to reach me unless it's the ultimate emergencies (and they know what they are!) CATMAN
Jan 26, 1999 | 5:25 pm
#19
Original Member
Join Date: May 1998
Location: Niceville, FL, USA
Posts: 2,792
I'm with PhilForest and Catman. I got da cell phone, I got da portable phone, I got da pager, I got da email, I got da voice maile, I got da laptop.
If you can't escape by going 550 mph at 37,000 feet, there's nothing left.
Ashes...just ashes. (From "Tough Guys Don't Dance."
If you can't escape by going 550 mph at 37,000 feet, there's nothing left.
Ashes...just ashes. (From "Tough Guys Don't Dance."