Perfect timing
My uncle woke me this morning to ask if any of us were going to be flying through London this weekend. I’d only glanced briefly at the news last night, and only just caught a glimpse of the British authorities announcing something. I didn’t know it was this serious.
Five still at large? A Plan B?!! What the fuck? Goddamn it. (I’m listening to the BBC.)
And when did I book my flight (Edinburgh via London)? Last night. Fucking hell. There are ridiculously high fuel surcharges as it is; now we have to spend extra money on couriering (I don’t think that’s a word, but it’ll do) our laptops to the UK (because checking a laptop in is like giving it away).
Fucking unbelievable. I suppose I’m lucky I’m not flying this weekend, as my cousin’s family was scheduled to (they have three young children, too). Maybe the plotters work for the airline unions, trying to secure more jobs within the industry.
I do jest.
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proctor & gamble are going to make a killing from everyone rebuying toiletries once they reach their destination.
Aye. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.
at the rate of fear mongering the whole world is subjected to, we will all have all body cavities searched and travel naked eventually. Ugh!
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