Saturday was one of the shortest days of my life. I departed from SFO in San Francisco at approximately 1:30am and crossed over the date line into tomorrow just a few hours later, so I had to scramble to get a shot in for that day. This one came after a meal of something “Chinese”, but I’m not sure what it was called. The flight attendant asked me, in a heavy Mandarin accent (I was flying China Airlines, afterall,) if I wanted something with “fish” in the title or another option with “Chinese”. I chose the later because, well, I learned from Airplane.
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