I wasn't going to but I did and glad I did anyway. Wednesday evening with an approaching foul weather system moving in I wasn't going to fly to Utah to meet with as it is now our former bean counter over funds to get my Lexi out of captivity. However a landline to Bud said he wouldn't. Enuff is enuff. So I checked flying schedules, weather, an filed a flyte pattern for Thursday. Thursday morning arrived and out of the house to the tarmac and up in the ayre I went, at 02:30 hours. Arriving at Bountiful SkyPark, got a ride into the city about 10 miles outside of Salt Lake City, called, well; Bountiful. Arrived at Cuzzin Bud's 10-42 at 08:30 hours and we chatted a bit. At first I was nearly ready to put paws and teeth into his neck but he went for grub and I remained at his 42, until 13:45 hours. At 13:55 hours Cuzzin Bud arrived at his 42, and it nearly came to blows. So I then and there made an executive decision. Fyre the bastard once and for all. By 14:30 hours, Cuzzin Bud's rein on my brain not to mention my wallet wuz over and I wuz in the ayre for Idaho. Bean counting and accounting duties will now fall into the very capable hands of SSGT, Davis of C Flyte in Pocatello Idaho. With nearly $4,657.00 in my hot paws and my jeans I headed home to the home tarmac much happier and relived. They say that indecision is worse than decision. I'm glad I decided to fly, rather than die Thursday.
Quote of the Day:
Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.
--Oscar Fingall O’Flahertie Wills Wilde
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