I can’t abide all the sappy blather that’s seeping into the language, Pumpkins. Folks have taken to signing e-mail with “Be well.” I want to reply “I will be when you return from the land of sanctimonious caca.” I mean, c’mon. It’s not like you’re Saint Kuksha of the Kiev Caves. And, the only point anyone should make ‘at the end of the day’ is that it’s time for cocktails. Enough said.
Goodness, it always feels so good to get these little niggles off my chest.
In other news, there is fairly accurate intel that a certain no BS S.B. will transition back to old stomping grounds. Full disclosure in the offing. Maybe at the end of the day.
And speaking of old, don’t you love AC rounding up that foxy Russ Payson? He’s setting up the Air Canada Express shop down on the island and helping Porter pay the rent. He is also supposed to whup their tails by upping the ante with … well, the same planes, the same lounge, the same shuttle, and the kicker, a full bar on board! Doesn’t that make free wine and beer sound like slim pickins. (Get on that Greg – and get the good vodka.) But, let’s face it, Pumpkins, the proof will be in the points. Aeroplan is chocolate pudding to the Bay St. pack and no amount of vanilla or banana substitution is going to change that.
