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They hate to fly, and it shows.

I left my phone on the plane. A ticketing agent called the gate and ten minutes later I have my phone back.

The fuckers.

For a week, I had been planning to rip Spirit Airlines a new one. My goal is to post something new every day and what could be more ripe than a flight on an airline that doesn’t have reclining seats?

Plus, there was a matter of revenge for the flight from Las Vegas to Detroit after the 2013 SEMA show. In my memory, those four hours of flying is known as SKY DUNGEON.

The absolute fuckers.

I had some quality zingers lined up. But you can’t make plans about what you’re going to write about. Not if you’re going to take blogging seriously. Which I do.

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