There's lots to do with an airport.
- raid the tax frees for Toblerone and pistachios
- slide down the baggage chutes
- set up a baggage kart racing circuit
- run from one end of the runway to the other
- sing on the intercom
You would know, wouldn't you? But yes. these are excellent things to do with a derelict airport
My mistake.
*Now is seeing Haiz running everywhere in her airport and try all in your list* Too many imagination this morning... ^^°
*hir or *theirbut yes that is an incredibly accurate thing to imagine. I'm also imagining Fimby the long-time airport ruler doing these things also, hee.......
building forts outta stuff are also great suggestions. Oh, and maybe I can get all those tiny vehicles to work? tiny vehicles are good
This is how I am reminded that a lot of the people on here are younger than me, that they go for the Toblerone and pistachios rather than the tobacco and alcohol.
Oh, I'm
old enough for these things, I just don't wanna. No, seriously, it's almost memetic - I can make people laugh just by reminding them I
am old enough to buy cigarettes. one time i held a can of beer and people had to take pictures of this rare phenomenon
Congratulations, Haiz! I hope your doctor-appointment goes well and the doctor finds something easily treatable.
It went okay!! doctor's guess is that it's chronic bronchitis caused by some bacteria which could be easily eradicated once (if) they find out which one.
What was actually funny, was meeting my friend in the waiting lounge. Because what are the
odds. It's made funnier by the fact that this particular friend is one I keep running into all the time, for some reason. That's pretty much the reason we're friends - I kept seeing him around in the city, in the geek shop, at an anti-nuclear weapons event, at torucon, and when I almost literally crashed into him at my university that was the last drop. it was facebook stalking time. Turns out we had like, 38 friends in common already, which also made me dig up a memory of a time we had actually talked to eachother. I messaged him like
"Have you, within the past five years,
possibly introduced yourself as 'a box of oranges'?"
"......might have?"
and that's how I make friends.
That aside, I'm glad to learn Norway has perfected what is possibly the most lazy hot dog variant in all of Europe.
I'm not even surprised.
(The czech one always has wayyy to much ketchup at the bottom, btw. gross)