tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834495.post111357702936162488..comments2023-10-10T07:58:53.170-05:00Comments on Argonautical Ramblings: I hate business travelgrrrbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04070712215227643581noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834495.post-1113602527768421002005-04-15T17:02:00.000-05:002005-04-15T17:02:00.000-05:00my god, grrbear. that sounds like a terribly awfu...my god, grrbear. that sounds like a terribly awful way to start your business trip. blech.J.Pohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10970096100605492061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834495.post-1113600009559523502005-04-15T16:20:00.000-05:002005-04-15T16:20:00.000-05:00I was thinking about that on the way home actually...I was thinking about that on the way home actually. When I first started flying I would always pay attention to the safety demonstration that the attendants gave. Not only because I wanted to be safe, but also because I felt like they were putting on a little play for me, and I felt bad that nobody else paid attention. These days, I don't pay attention.grrrbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04070712215227643581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834495.post-1113579151464316672005-04-15T10:32:00.000-05:002005-04-15T10:32:00.000-05:00I hear ya, brother. Having business-travelled off ...I hear ya, brother. Having business-travelled off and on for four years, it's a miserable experience. Whenever anything goes wrong you aren't consoled by happy thoughts of the vacation ahead of you or the vacation behind you, you're just thinking about how much you'd rather be at home.<BR/><BR/>Last summer when J.Bro, ELF and I were in Ann Arbor we had to drop ELF off at the Detroit airport (Stacey Pelikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053009077800388375noreply@blogger.com