case in point:
I haven't flown much, but ever since deregulation
of the airlines over hear, I've had numberous people tell me that
flying didn't have the prestige it once did; instead, it is like
riding the bus.
So on one particular flight out of San Juan where most people
(apparantly) were complaining it was too cold, it was, for me,
far too hot, and I removed my shirt. Only my shirt.
If anybody stared, just tell them, "malaria, makes me feel hot" and cough a
couple times at them.
And order a couple of rounds of gin and tonic from the steward(ess?).
- don