Tomorrow morning I’ll get up at 5 AM and start my journey back to Kansas City. Whoever said “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey” can kiss my ass because I’m guessing Mr. Philosophical never traveled Southwest Airlines and had to do that thing where you line up according to a fairly vague boarding position and then engage in Muay-Thai boxing matches to see who gets an aisle or window seat and who gets stuck sitting in between two people who get recognized by the staff every time they walk into their local Golden Corral buffet.
California, here I go
California, here I go
California, here I go
Tomorrow morning I’ll get up at 5 AM and start my journey back to Kansas City. Whoever said “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey” can kiss my ass because I’m guessing Mr. Philosophical never traveled Southwest Airlines and had to do that thing where you line up according to a fairly vague boarding position and then engage in Muay-Thai boxing matches to see who gets an aisle or window seat and who gets stuck sitting in between two people who get recognized by the staff every time they walk into their local Golden Corral buffet.