Mattel has seen fit to give the image of the perfect male a voice rather than a penis. That is so the opposite of perfect. Apparently he even tweets. Figures. Like all men, he probably beams with pride about it. “I make sounds with my body, therefore I am.”
WestJet, on the other hand, has grown one. A penis, that is. Not that they didn’t have one before, but now they’ve got a genuine super elite hard on for the triangle. In the battle to plug the corridor, they are gunning to own the business traveller. Hourly servicing at peak times. Finished early? Walk on one of their earlier flights (remember those days?). And booze. Is there a raccoon in the house? Business travellers may find the friendly airline comes with solid, yet flexible, benefits.
Adding insult to these attempts at injury, WestJet is courting Emirates. Ouch. That’s like poking a finger right in Air Canada’s blister. “Is that a burr you’re shoving under my saddle or are you just ornery?”
Things are getting hot, Pumpkins. Just the way I like’em.
