1999 has given me a lot to complain about, if you wanna know the truth of it. At least part of it has.
First of all, the weather has SUCKED. It is cold and wet outside and you can't get in the water unless you pay a gazillion dollars to go to the tropics just to warm your bones. Just when you get good and drunk and think life is good again you get sucked into one of those little island casinos and the rest is history. You think to yourself, 'What the F---, I'm doing good in the market', so you leave the casino, drink a little (or a lot) more, and go shopping and buy some obscenely high ticket items and a T-Shirt that says "Mean People Suck, Nice People Swallow". Then you get back to your hotel room and hear on CNN that the market has fallen 200+ points, so you drink some more. (Okay, so it's really good rum!) Can't complain about the good news though, a nice recovery the next day.
I would like to complain that just when I started to enjoy my vacation and get out of my annual winter depression, get over a crash of my personal life for months and get WARM, it was time to go home, where it has been cold and rainy ever since.
A major complaint about the airports in third world nations. I mean, my house was bigger than the airport I flew out of, and there were about three million people walking around it. And what is up with the ladies' rooms in these places? You sit on the bowl and feel steam?? Something's not right there. There is always one roll of toilet paper that is sitting on the floor and has been touched by God only knows what, so you have to be sure to have your own. And have these people never heard of paper towels? I mean, your choices are to either dry your hands on the one piece of cloth in there, or dry your hands on your own clothing, if you even want to wash your hands in the nasty water.
I am supposed to trust these people with aircraft??! They can't even swing plumbing!
Thank God for valium. Still may buy a house there. |
