The view from the bar at Pearson was great, especially as everybody else was watching football.
But the other side -the side from where we would depart-had bars on the windows, not next to them.
Any complaints were duly reported to the carrier;Bastards!You flew me to England!
Going.....
Going.......
Gone! Toronto disappearing from view! What a bummer, man!
Crossing enemy coast, skipper.
Back in the land of industrial relics.
Continuing my studies with the bad machines.
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