Sports math
"I do graph theory." I say, assuming by his question that he knows something about math. "Oh!" he sounds excited, "So you're a sports mathematician?"
"I do graph theory." I say, assuming by his question that he knows something about math. "Oh!" he sounds excited, "So you're a sports mathematician?"
I wonder who is going to sit next to me. Will it be a hairy teen, a loose bouncy french woman, a talkative farmer, or a soulless statistician. It could be anyone. It feels like I am on the program 'The Good Place' waiting for my soul mate.
I have good pees and I have bad pees. And nobody comes down on me harder than I good when a pee doesn't go the way it should.
An open letter to the guy in Paris with the blue suit and the bag of apricots: You aren't better than me just because you have a bag of apricots.
Service on the plane is great. They have mango juice. My review of Etihad: shitty website, great planes and service.
"Hey," I say to the driver, "That lady is pretty nice looking. Maybe after you drop me off you should come back here and try to talk to her."