My coworker JB has a pet turtle. He named "her" Ninja. And on Saturday picnic, he brought Ninja to have some fresh air. The day before Saturday, my coworker CS's mom caught a wild turtle while she was walking in the park. Afterwards, She happily showed the turtle to CS with the plan of making turtle soup. My third coworker BD heard about this. And when he showed up at the picnic and saw Ninja. He was excited and asked :" is this the turtle for the soup?".
The main topic at picnic was then how to make turtle soup. Although we figured out how to terminate a turtle, still not sure whether you cook it with the shell or not. Sure.. we didn't have the soup at the end, but not because some technical difficulty. CS's three years old son said to his grandma :" I want the turtle back to the nature~". Our dream of turtle soup is then over.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Airport turbulence
I love airport especially the airport for connection flight. You are away from home, and not at the destination yet. Same for your mind, you don't need to think about tasks that tagged on your back, and you don't need to worry what to do next too. In other words, you don't need to do anything. That is wonderful, isn't that?
Thanks to united express (or should I call it united tardiness?), I had many hours to idle at Washing D.C. Dulles airport. But there is a constraint: you cannot be out of sight from the boarding gate. Since you never know when the airplane will get off. It can be in next minute, or next day. Fortunately this is united states, and food is everywhere. I stuffed myself with pesto chicken sandwich, potato chips, yogurt parfait, and mushroom pizza, while browsing fashion magazines. For the first time, I was not feeling guilty facing the skinny beauties. That is fantastic, isn't that?
But I felt bad for the airline staff, especially the girl who was serving our plane. When we were stuck in the airplane at the runway, she was the main and only target for the complaints and curses. Poor little girl, she was trying to smile all the time when she repeats that they don't have the control for being stuck. I think she should join the strike (I heard that united employees are planning strike). Actually I think I should join the strike, for my 12 hour flight from Newark to Knoxville, 10 hour flight to get back, and 36 hour flight for my luggage!
Thanks to united express (or should I call it united tardiness?), I had many hours to idle at Washing D.C. Dulles airport. But there is a constraint: you cannot be out of sight from the boarding gate. Since you never know when the airplane will get off. It can be in next minute, or next day. Fortunately this is united states, and food is everywhere. I stuffed myself with pesto chicken sandwich, potato chips, yogurt parfait, and mushroom pizza, while browsing fashion magazines. For the first time, I was not feeling guilty facing the skinny beauties. That is fantastic, isn't that?
But I felt bad for the airline staff, especially the girl who was serving our plane. When we were stuck in the airplane at the runway, she was the main and only target for the complaints and curses. Poor little girl, she was trying to smile all the time when she repeats that they don't have the control for being stuck. I think she should join the strike (I heard that united employees are planning strike). Actually I think I should join the strike, for my 12 hour flight from Newark to Knoxville, 10 hour flight to get back, and 36 hour flight for my luggage!
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