Didn't you just recently try to grind your toe off in a boat hatch? Yep - that was you. Here's a new avatar for your consideration:
No he's not. That was a black joke. He's just tagging along cause his friend's dad is marrying an heiress with a plane. So continue to think he's an asshole, I am.
See, I've ridden in private jets as well, some rented from NetJets, some owned by corporate types, for work. But in my eyes, it's tagging along. How can you brag about something you're tagging along in? My boss is paying, not my broke ass. It's like bragging about riding shotgun on your buddy's Lambo. Yes, you're riding in a nice car, but you're the scrub in the passenger seat.
THANK GOD for healthcare professionals who listen to what you say, look at your chart, and mutter to themselves, "why aren't you getting better?" My physical therapist is so fucking wonderful. She had me do more range of movement tests and got very specific feedback about pain and location etc etc today and pinpointed my pain as possibly coming from the Iliolumbar ligament. She worked on me hard today, and fuck it hurt like hell when she was doing it, but I walked out of there feeling better than I've felt in so long.
Who cares if it's tagging along? If you actually appreciate the experience and not just the perceived stature associated with it, it doesn't matter who paid for it or if you "earned" it. Especially with something like riding in a private jet, you get all the benefits of earning it without having to shell out.
Hold on, hold on, I'm uploading pictures to Facebook. I've been in my apartment for 30 minutes. The traffic from the private airport was fucking terrible.
Ugh, the HORROR. The rage I feel from going through bullshit like that makes me want to have my man-servant Hasbro bring me a Ming vase so I can drive it in my Hummer golf cart with the platinum rims down my cobblestone driveway and hurl it over the iron gate at a homeless person.
Hands up ... A) You wanna see the pics; B) You secretly hope he opens his suitcase to find a leaping jedi squirrel. Frankly, I want both. But I'm in that sort of mood.
After spending the last two days going through old stuff and throwing a lot of stuff away, I realize how I have completely wasted what potential I may have had. So, no, I don't laugh. I go right to the sobbing. Saves time. At least I won't die in Kansas or Denver, so I got that going for me.