Legroom

clipped from pajamasmedia.com “Time was, a suicide mission to explode an international jumbo jet was an event full of glamor and excitement; but now it seems to be a endless series of delays, hassles, pushy jerks and third-degree testicular chemical burns. And don’t even get me started on the crappy airline food.” Plus this: So she looks at her computer screen and says, “um, I’m afraid there’s a problem, this passenger’s name is on a watch list.” Oh, great. Looks like my dad is playing Mr. Buzzkill again, just because I took that semester off from Oxford to go backpacking in Yemen. So I showed her my official State Department visa. So I’m like, “honey, do I look like I’m a US military veteran?” “No.” “Do I look like I’m some sort of right wing anti-tax teabagger?” “No.” “Do I look like anybody else on the DHS terrorism danger list?” “No, but…” “Then I suggest that unless you want a nasty anti-discrimination lawsuit on your hands, you’d best give me an aisle seat. With extended legroom.”