Tuesday, March 13, 2007

You Want Me On That Exit Row. You Need Me On That Exit Row!

Son, we fly on planes that have exit rows, and those exit rows have to be manned by people with long legs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, that 5'1" woman who checked in before me? I have longer legs than you could possibly fathom. You weep for your lost legroom, and you curse tall people. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of fitting under your tray table. The seat in front of you, when reclined, does not crush your legs. And my presence in that exit row, while frustrating and aggravating to you, saves legs. You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you haven't stowed your carry-on bag, you want me in that exit row. You need me in that exit row.

Source: Jack Nicholson's "You Can't Handle the Truth" speech in A Few Good Men

Explanation: Through some freak coincidence and no prodding of our own, my wife and I got exit row seating on both flights to and from Florida this weekend.

And, for added fun, don't forget about LEGO Jack Nicholson.


Rich said...

You know, I was skeptical in the beginning on this whole blog statusmesg thingy. Turns out, I can miss a day, and not miss a lot, thanks to blogger.com!

Plus, I get vacation coverage. Nary a day goes by when I'm not in contact with the wit and wisdom that is Jeremy's status msg.

loojie said...

It's even cooler when you subscribe to his RSS feed. Then Jeremy's status msg reaches out to you!