Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Here is a picture of we stranded passengers stuck in transit city A. Luckily, Airline Company X put us up in a nice hotel with a pool, and though we had no swimsuits in our hand luggage, some of us decided to swim in our clothes. That's the kind of behaviour sleep deprivation leads to, I'm afraid.

I should point out that my ordeal was only compounded by groggily passing the hours playing SPRUNG for DS. Shame on you, Ubisoft. What - you think that because it's a chick game you can get away with halving you QA budget and getting half-wit "writers" to design lame game mechanics? It could have been good; it could have been the Phoenix Wright for hanky-panky. But honestly, Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books were more fun. As SPRUNG's Becky would say "You're such an embarrassment!"


At 10:17 pm, Blogger Ben.H said...

From this angle, Check-In Island looks pretty idyllic, unless you're about to tell me:

(a) the resort is called Hotel California.

(b) a large, white, killer beachball patrols the coastline.

At 9:24 am, Blogger Foozwah said...

Ah, that picture and description takes me back to a time when, flying back from E3, our plane was unexpectedly diverted to Fiji, where we ended up swimming in a nice hotel in our underwear...

If only we'd had the foresight to include appropriate bathing wear in our carry-on luggage. After all, it's the first thing one should pack for an LA-Melbourne flight.

PS Hope you reach your destination soon. Unless you've taken to that whole jetsetting, "swim in your clothes" lifestyle, and are happy to remain there indefinitely.

PPS Or unless, as the prev. poster noted, Rover is in attendance too...

At 8:18 pm, Blogger Kipper said...

"You are number 6F."

"I am not a seat number! I am a free airline passenger!"


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