OT David Sedaris

Writing in the current New Yorker on undecided voters:

"To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane.
The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart
and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you
in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter
of **** with bits of broken glass in it?”

"To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and
then ask how the chicken is cooked."

;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry

....

I think I'll have the peanuts....

john


"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in message
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Writing in the current New Yorker on undecided voters:

"To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane.
The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart
and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you
in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter
of **** with bits of broken glass in it?”

"To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and
then ask how the chicken is cooked."

;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry

On Sat, 25 Oct 2008 10:11:35 -0500, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:

Writing in the current New Yorker on undecided voters:

"To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane.
The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart
and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you
in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter
of **** with bits of broken glass in it?”

"To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and
then ask how the chicken is cooked."

;-)

I'd agree. The problem is that it is well-known that the airline, often
in the more-distant past and 100% the time over the last 16 years, has
cooked the chicken in their famous arsenic and strychnine sauce and
whoever orders it gets triple-billed on the credit card they used to buy
the ticket...

HTH,
R
....see, I'd have not only brought a little something with me, I'd just
wait until the plane land...well, skidded off the end of the runway and
got stuck up to the axles in mud, jumped down the slide, and gone out to
a nice dinner...

On Oct 26, 9:08*pm, wrote:
On Sat, 25 Oct 2008 10:11:35 -0500, Ken Fortenberry

wrote:
Writing in the current New Yorker on undecided voters:

"To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane.
The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart
and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you
in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter
of **** with bits of broken glass in it?”

"To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and
then ask how the chicken is cooked."

;-)

I'd agree. *The problem is that it is well-known that the airline, often
in the more-distant past and 100% the time over the last 16 years, has
cooked the chicken in their famous arsenic and strychnine sauce and
whoever orders it gets triple-billed on the credit card they used to buy
the ticket...

HTH,
R
...see, I'd have not only brought a little something with me, I'd just
wait until the plane land...well, skidded off the end of the runway and
got stuck up to the axles in mud, jumped down the slide, and gone out to
a nice dinner...

You AND Asadi....

--riverman