I’m a stickler for regular exercise, Pumpkins. Once every six months, rain or shine, I go for a walk. It’s a wonderful way to clear your mind and liver functions. Today’s walk has put me in a rather striking mood – as befits my oft referred to striking appearance.
UNION! Oh my, that is cathartic. Flight attendants can walk out over sticky trolley wheels or whatever else they have to complain about – honestly, pour me a drink in that ridiculous plastic cup and shut up. So I don’t see why travel agents – still fighting for basic fee rights - shouldn’t. That’s right. See how quickly the public drops to its knees when left to their online devices.
You can bet your name changing, rerouting, missed connecting, group coordinating sweet hallelujah they’ll be begging you to come back in no time – at any price. It’s like garbage piling up on your curb in July. Nobody wants to touch that stuff.
