Whoever said "it's the journey, not the destination" probably didn't travel that much. If you've ever been stuck in an airport for ten hours, trying to sleep on a bench with the arm bars dividing your back into thirds, you probably appreciate the destination more than the journey.
Here are the late night travel thoughts of my friend C-DUB, aka Big Willie Style, trapped on a speeding train and somehow still going too slow. For his sake, I hope the train caught a nice tailwind... or derailed, killing everyone, but him.
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RANT
Say cheese...........generic camera clicking sound.
a minute later....
Say cheese...........click.
and then again....
Say cheese...........click.
Somebody please teach this kid to say something else before taking pictures, so I don't throw him/her off the train.
Say cheese...........click.
For the love of my sanity, shut up.
At this point, I opt for the annoyed over the shoulder look. Only I don't see a 10 year-old taking pictures of her mom. It's a 30-something snapping pictures of the scenery we pass.
I have eight hours to kill until we reach my destination, so I start to think........
Does this lady expect the alpine firs and raging rivers to smile back at her?
Why doesn't she turn off this option?
Better yet, why is this option available?
Is our culture so lazy that we need a computer voice to instruct us to say cheese?
Doesn't saying cheese always make for the worst pictures?
Does anyone over the age of 3 find this saying funny?
Why doesn't this train sell earplugs?
sidebar......
What's the deal with clear Band-Aids? Can you really call them clear when the cotton swab is still brown?
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