It’s like waiting for Fleet’s bowel-prep to kick in -- everyone on hold waiting for the action to start. Weeks of threatening and blustering … you can feel it coming. Then Bonnie Raitt steps in – whatever, Lisa -- and blocks the movement.
Enough already. Shit or get off the pot. There, I’ve said it. You’re all thinking it, so I’ve said it. Shoot me.
WestJet’s been standing by for weeks, ready to mop up stranded pax. VIA’s assuring us that they can run folks down the track, if need be. Zeina’s had ample galley training and can now froth cappuccino milk with the left engine thrusters. And the feds – well, they probably could use an enema anyway.
And speaking of a good purging – travel’s one woman bubbly fount of product information -- Nancy Jackson, has transitioned from tour operating to tires. Now, at first blush, tires don’t sound terribly sexy, compared to travel. OK, let’s be honest, it sounds positively “OMG!! Tires??” Now, I don’t profess to know much about tread ware and traction (as long as I’ve still got some) but let me say this about that, there’s money in that there rubber. And as far as I’m concerned, there ain’t nothing sexier than riding big wheels over hard cash.
