I mean, firstly, when did one of the best parts of my body take on the name "junk." Seriously. THAT'S the name we want people to think of when we talk about any one of our body parts -- especially that one? Not me.
Secondly, given the choice of having someone brush up against my feel-good parts and dying in an airplane explosion ... I'm going to vote for the brush. Seriously, it's not like there's a grope and lingering look in their eyes or anything. It's a job. (And if it were the grope and spooky look, I'd STILL opt for that over death.)
And finally, how much of our 70-100 years on this planet do we really want to waste on this unimportant issue? If you don't like the process, don't fly. The rental cars and cruise lines will love you -- and so will I! Share this post :
|
|
No comments:
Post a Comment