Tarmac Timeshare
Published: February 27th, 2007
By: Jim Mullen

Tarmac timeshare

Big, big decisions. Sue and I don’t get that much time off, so we spend a lot of time planning which tarmac we want to spend our vacation on this year.

I like O’Hare, but Sue prefers Atlanta for some reason. Maybe we could compromise. Who doesn’t love Newark? It’s easy to get to, and it’s got that nifty monorail that you can watch from your seat in the plane.

“What about Dulles?” I ask. “Remember that time we spent nine hours out there that Memorial Day weekend? It was only 92 F outside, but inside it must have 108 F. It was like being in the Sahara. Too bad the pictures didn’t come out. The image of the flight attendants holding down that guy who was missing his mother’s funeral was pretty dramatic. And entertaining. Better than anything you’d see in Cancun. They gave us two free tickets to the LAX tarmac, which we should use before the airline goes belly up, by the way. They’ll be no good then.”

“I know,” says Sue, “But sitting on the tarmac in California scares me. What if there’s an earthquake? It could shake the overflowing toilets into the cabin and spoil everyone’s fun.”

“What about Paris? Or Barcelona? I hear great things about their airports.”

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