Friday, December 28, 2007

Predicting The Future.

you should really not try to predict the future. Ever.
I say this because I'm still sitting in Balad because of what one solider decided to joke about. I'm sure it's quite possible he had absolutely nothing to do with it, but since it was his joke, and we need something to blame for the delays, he, without knowing it of course, volunteered himself for that position. He's perfect. Butthole.
You see we were standing in line ready to do whatever it is that you do before boarding a C1 30...or C 17...when he began to joke about how they all of a sudden wouldn't have room for all of us, or how we would get delayed forever at the last minute. Two second later they came out and told us our flight was delayed. I blame it all on the cheap psychic impostor. I told him he should keep his mouth shut and not predict anything, or say anything for that matter and turned back around. It was him, i swear.
So now we're all still sitting here, at Balad for just a little while longer till this whole shin-dig kicks off so I can get on with this whole break/seeing the fam thing.

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