Well, the last one was under 3 minutes....so that's out.
Why the eff am I up at 2:30 still trying to figure out the timing of the toilet leak?
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Killing time in hotel rooms. Or out of them.
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Well, the last one was under 3 minutes....so that's out.
Why the eff am I up at 2:30 still trying to figure out the timing of the toilet leak?
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You probably eventually got to sleep, or have gone insane by now; but I would just prop the flapper open with something so it runs continuously.
Firebird2XC
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Go exploring.
I was in CRP a while back and decided I wasn't going to sit around in my room.
Went for a walk by the water line down to the original Whataburger and dined al fresco on a freshly made double.
Had to dodge parade goers. Apparently every year around the first of May Corpus has a parade to celebrate "Buccaneer Days".
So instead of sitting in my hotel room scratching myself, I went for a walk, smelled the sea air, at a great burger at a weird historical place, and watched a parade about Pirates.
Then I found out about surfing in Texas. Didn't realize there was such a big community for that right here in the homeland.
I was in CRP a while back and decided I wasn't going to sit around in my room.
Went for a walk by the water line down to the original Whataburger and dined al fresco on a freshly made double.
Had to dodge parade goers. Apparently every year around the first of May Corpus has a parade to celebrate "Buccaneer Days".
So instead of sitting in my hotel room scratching myself, I went for a walk, smelled the sea air, at a great burger at a weird historical place, and watched a parade about Pirates.
Then I found out about surfing in Texas. Didn't realize there was such a big community for that right here in the homeland.
TXaviator
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Go exploring.
I was in CRP a while back and decided I wasn't going to sit around in my room.
Went for a walk by the water line down to the original Whataburger and dined al fresco on a freshly made double.
Had to dodge parade goers. Apparently every year around the first of May Corpus has a parade to celebrate "Buccaneer Days".
So instead of sitting in my hotel room scratching myself, I went for a walk, smelled the sea air, at a great burger at a weird historical place, and watched a parade about Pirates.
Then I found out about surfing in Texas. Didn't realize there was such a big community for that right here in the homeland.
yeah but thats all because corpus is a cool spot. anywhere with a beach is gonna be at least tolerable. orlando...snoozeville.
right now im in nashville. snooze. everything is closed/trashed from the water, and my hotel isnt walking distance from anything interesting except fast food joints.
I wonder how many roses he brought for training? :rotfl:
Command and Conquer. The missions, against the computer, online whatever. Once you start a game-bam, there goes 3 hours.
I knew one guy who played video games on his 10 hour layover everyday flying checks. Everyday. He died, young.
Pick up women. Mysterymethod.com. Just remember-the short, the tall, the ugly, the fat, the "eh, nice body but needs a paper bag face" all need loving too. Even if you dont close just think about how many peoples days you could make by making a few passes. If you're married, just think about how much your wife will love having a ladies man.
Go to the hotel lobby where the public computers are. Get on the internet and see how long you can watch youtube. Set a record. Heck, pull out you laptop and set it up next to the computer just to show everyone that you already have a computer to use but just want to be a jerk.
Buy a tent and go camping....in the hotel parking lot. Have a campfire and invite all the guest for s'mores.
Surf the internet for crazy business ideas and dream about how they might give you freedom from an airlines job.
I knew one guy who played video games on his 10 hour layover everyday flying checks. Everyday. He died, young.
Pick up women. Mysterymethod.com. Just remember-the short, the tall, the ugly, the fat, the "eh, nice body but needs a paper bag face" all need loving too. Even if you dont close just think about how many peoples days you could make by making a few passes. If you're married, just think about how much your wife will love having a ladies man.
Go to the hotel lobby where the public computers are. Get on the internet and see how long you can watch youtube. Set a record. Heck, pull out you laptop and set it up next to the computer just to show everyone that you already have a computer to use but just want to be a jerk.
Buy a tent and go camping....in the hotel parking lot. Have a campfire and invite all the guest for s'mores.
Surf the internet for crazy business ideas and dream about how they might give you freedom from an airlines job.
Rosstafari
Hello, this is Orlando mayor Buddy Dyer
The Holiday Inn in that cluster of airport hotels just north of MCO. I've eaten at every restaurant, ran on every road, touched every item in the gift shop.
This thread's gotten me by, and I've only got until Thursday morning, so the light's at the end of the tunnel. Thanks to the JC community for keeping me entertained/enlightened/informed. I feel like I got a big ol' kiss from y'all. Much love. :beer:
This was the highlight of your many brilliant ideas, and what I'll be going for tomorrow at about 5:30pm, when everyone comes back from Disneyplaces and the teens want to check Facebook. For bonus points, I'll watch something incomprehensibly uninteresting to them, like reruns of Father Dowling Mysteries. You see, he's a priest... that solves crimes. Easy now!
This thread's gotten me by, and I've only got until Thursday morning, so the light's at the end of the tunnel. Thanks to the JC community for keeping me entertained/enlightened/informed. I feel like I got a big ol' kiss from y'all. Much love. :beer:
This was the highlight of your many brilliant ideas, and what I'll be going for tomorrow at about 5:30pm, when everyone comes back from Disneyplaces and the teens want to check Facebook. For bonus points, I'll watch something incomprehensibly uninteresting to them, like reruns of Father Dowling Mysteries. You see, he's a priest... that solves crimes. Easy now!
Rosstafari
Hello, this is Orlando mayor Buddy Dyer
Just a lowly Airport Ops job. You carrying any of these in your bag? No, you have to pay for that seat. Ma'am, the cat needs to stay in your bag. Sorry, I don't know who broke your guitar.
Need something to pay the bills while the FAA gets its act together.
I wish. SEA. We moved up so my wife could get going with her job and I quickly realized that I was freezing and missed the sun. A week later, a position opened up at AUS. D'oh. Still, free blue chips for anyone who comes to visit me.
DC10FlyBy
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Study the Universe, dude. Seriously, I'm up 'til 4am every night reading about random crap from the Big Bang to black holes. It's really quite fascinating stuff.
Start here, it'll take you awhile. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_bang
Oh, this is completely random, but check theses out! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_misconceptions
Start here, it'll take you awhile. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_bang
Oh, this is completely random, but check theses out! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_misconceptions
Mark815
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wow thats funny, I was just doing this last week while rotting in the hotel. Actually learned alot. I think I opened up 10 articles within that big bang article, burned a good amount of hours over a couple days reading up on that.
I've been in a hotel room since November, I literally don't want to see another hotel room for I don't even know how long. Currently sitting in Nashville, TN trying to find something to do. I've already browsed the internets all day, maybe it's video game time...
texas_pilot
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Not flyin, so opted to kill an hour in air conditioning tryin to chat up a lovely lady while I donated a pint of blood.
A bag of Oreos, nutterbutter and drowning my sorrows in Minite Maid juice as my Nightingale moved to another person.
A bag of Oreos, nutterbutter and drowning my sorrows in Minite Maid juice as my Nightingale moved to another person.