Patrick Says

I’m watching ‘American Idol’ (screw you..you are probably are too, you hypocrite) and Simon Cowell has made a remark about Angela Martin and the resulting celebration upon her ‘going to Hollywood’. He said that he was shocked that Americans get all excited when good stuff happens to others. I totally get that. I cannot imagine jumping up and down and screaming because something great happened to you. I’m happy for you, but that’s about it.

Maybe I should be English. Chip chip cheeerio, mate.

Celebrity buttcrack, even. (NSFW…kinda.)

We’re at Disney and this argument came up between me and a co-worker. Who’s hotter, Belle from ‘Beauty And The Beast’ or Jasmine from ‘Aladdin’? Yes, there are other princess-types here at Disney, but we wittled the competition down to these two.

Vote in the poll and help settle this one.

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I hate flying. It’s not that I get physically sick or anything. I just get really nervous. Why? Because humans aren’t meant to be in the air. It’s not natural. That’s why we don’t have wings.

Of course, as I’m typing this, I’m 36,000 feet above the ground. Obviously, this post won’t go up until I get back to Earth. But I am typing it now. By the way, how are you supposed to use your laptop in these friggin’ seats? The screen barely opens enough for me to see it.

The plane is shaking and it’s freaking me out. Man, I hate flying. I didn’t always hate flying. Something just clicked over in my head on a flight I took a couple years back and now I hate it. When I was in the military, I flew all the time and loved it. But that last flight, we took off in a storm and the plane shook the entire trip. And two seats over, a baby cried the entire flight. I was sure I was going to die that day. But I didn’t.

We’re being diverted, the pilot has told us. Apparently, there is a storm in Orlando, so we’re going to land over at Daytona Beach and wait it out. Just great. Did I mention I hate flying?

So, last night I had to work really late. I needed to grab some dinner and stopped by an established legendary pizza chain in this town, Imo’s Pizza. Ahhh. I love Imo’s Pizza. And I don’t mean like, I mean love, like lay you down by the fire with a couple of wine coolers love. Hell’s yeah.

So I go in and order my usual: deluxe with no green peppers. And I used my credit card. Bear in mind, I’m picking up this pizza and taking it home. But on the slip, there is a line for the tip. And I always scratch my head…what’s the policy on a pickup? If I go to Burger King, it’s the same thing and I don’t tip them. Why here? I’m sure it’s because they have a dining area, but you still bus your own table over there. Why the damn tip line?