Better living through modern chemistry

So, we leave Munich late, natch... seems they loaded the plane incorrectly and now they had to restow the bags. Late departure plus fog in Amsterdam put us in with 45 minutes b4 our flight. First thing we check is the departure board and we've been delayed two hours until 12. OK... now we've got a little while to stretch our legs, grab a bite and look at all of the overpriced shit in the duty free store. Remember when duty free meant WOW... look how cheap this shit is. Now it's 15% higher than in the states. It's kind of like Costco... mainly an illusion. We go through another security check, wait... get on the plane, wait... taxi out to the tarmac, wait... go to the end of the runway for takeoff, wait... 1 hour and 15 minutes later we take off. Shit. They serve us a pretty good chicken lunch and it's now time for drugs. The clock sez we have 8.5 hours to go. I can't find my Atavan, so sis give me two Clonopin...it was somewhere over the north sea that the drugs kicked in... got up once to stretch my legs... back to the seat and the next thing I know, the clock said 1.5 hours to go. 7 hours gone. Now, that makes this trip somewhat bearable... cuz lets say it folks, the romance of flying went out with the DC-3. Now its just one cattle call after another. So, if you can find yourself any medicinal relief... TAKE IT.
We arrived home, cleared customs (a non event), and now I'm home. We had fun and we learned a lot... jeez, that's sounds a lot like life, doesn't it. I'll give you a follow up on the Hertz situation, if there is one.
Ciao 4 now.

608… always late.

608 was the number of my company, back in '67, at USN boot camp. We always seemed to be late. So, our little diddy went like this… 608 – always late – hurry up and wait. So, here we are, in the Munich airport, up at the butt crack of dawn, trying to catch a flight to Amsterdam. Brother Dave sailed right through. Our e-ticket failed, so we had to go that special line. You know that line, where all the misfits and retards go… well that was us. “Have you changed your ticket?” … No. Finally, the big computer spits out two boarding passes. We check our bags (I’m tired of carrying that freakin bag!) then slice through security like a razor though Velveeta. Keep your shoes on and your belt too. Liquids, they never even asked. The Amerikans are WAY more uptight than the Europeans.
We were up at 4:00 this a.m. Flipped on the German TV… they were broadcasting the pres debate. Over on channel 14, they were showing a model taking off all of her clothes and writhing around on a bed… there are some things I like about this country! Then again, I wasn’t singing its praises yesterday, when the dipshit cab driver dropped us off at the wrong hotel. We had to schlep our bags a half mile to the correct hotel. Nothing that 1.5L of beer couldn’t fix.
Flying used to be so romantic. Now, its like a root canal.
Oh well, they’re calling us. Ciao.

Adolf's place

Just wrapped up a long day and I'm ready to hit it. Took the bus out to Berchtesgaden and took the Eagle's Nest Tour. Very informative, very interesting... rode in Hitler's elevator, stuff like that. Took the bus back and went out for our final Salzburg meal (steak in an Italian restaurant). Rained all day... sleet at the Eagle's Nest. Ugh. Catch the 9:57 to Munich tomorrow. Ciao