Although, I will give it to Obama on the "bitter" part. I've been to western Pennsylvania. "Bitter" doesn't even begin to describe what it's like out there. You know those movies where the main character wants to get desperately out of where he's from, and it always starts with him and his best friend working in some factory, and his best friend falls into a vat of molten steel? That's western Pennsylvania.
- John Stewart
Today, I became a Ridiculously Frequent Flier. How does one pass from mere frequent flier to "ridiculously" frequent flier, you might ask? I was passing through the security checkpoint, when the woman who was running the metal detector looked up at me in a strange way. I passed her my boarding pass, which she immediately inspected. She looked back up at me:
Security Woman: Fagan ... I thought you looked familiar, and now I know I recognize your name. You pass through here all the time, right?!
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