Yesterday I had an 8:10 AM flight home from Portland. At 8:30 AM the guy next to me ordered a double vodka with a splash of orange juice. Downed before 9:00.
One stop in Sacramento, then continued on to San Diego. The guy across the aisle ordered a beer (probably about 10:00 by now). Pounded another before descent - about a forty minute window.
Is life so bad that it can't be faced without alcohol?
I admit to having my share (more than my share too many times to admit). But when it gets to the point where you start your day with multiple drinks...
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Dude, it's not about the life, it's about the flying... Not everyone can handle turbulence without a good buzz going.
I guess they must've figured it had to be noon somewhere...
M ;)
I second that. I'm terrified of flying and can't do it sober.
Maybe they are deathly afraid of flying, like me? I take Xanax on a flight. I'm like a rubber noodle lady.
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