Chimney Pigeon

So after a long and boring wait at the airport where I ate a cheap hotdog tagged as a bratwurst, and about 1/10 of the size it was on the picture, they finally called my little section. I did get saurkraut on the cheap little wiener, but it did not make up for all of it's other shortcomings.
To my dismay I was not as lucky as on other flights with getting my own entire row to sprawl out on. But, as this was a direct flight, I was willing to make some sacrifices. I first thought I would knock the guy next to me out with a quick, explosive elbow shot to his left temple so I would not have to talk to him, but I decided to play it cool instead.
Eventually we found out that we both spoke English. I actually already knew that I could. So we talked a bit, then we got the first of a few free drinks. Some "German" beer that I had never heard of before. As if that mattered! There is not much more to the story, until the end when our stewardess deemed our drinking fun over, but was too spineless to say something, so she had the dude stewardess come over. If he really meant business he wouldn't have brought those 2 last beers with him. I am not sure if it was the fraulein's lack of vertebrae as I had initially thought, but maybe the feeling of letting down Germany. I think we all know the Deutsche people portray themselves as having the best beer and being big drinkers, and the simple fact here is that she failed in her role as an ambassador of her nation. In half a century ago, well, I don't even want to try to guess at the consequences of her lack of patriotism.

And yes, the pigeon from atop the chimney across the way is still there...Next episode: travel with me to the Franz something airport in Munich. Until then, consider this original quote:

"When it comes between a footstool and a ladder, I'll take the latter."