i had some interesting encounters during my layovers in atlanta – on the way to boston, I stopped to grab something to eat and decided to kick it old school and eat a mcdonald’s big breakfast (which I easily haven’t had in 10 years) – I ordered one and the woman, as if reading my mind says, “that doesn’t come with pancakes” and I check out the board, and she’s right – there’s a picture of it, and it’s got a biscuit instead of panflappies – so I order the deluxe breakfast which has them
when the hell did that happen? is that a southern thing (the biscuit)? I distinctly recall the big breakfast having panflappies – in any case, I didn’t eat the biscuit and it was exactly as awesome as I wanted it to be
on the way back I saw all this unattended baggage – no no, I’m not talking about trophy wives outside of the men’s room – I mean the kind that you’re always hearing about on those annoying tsa/threat level announcements when you’re in an airport
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it’s a game to find it in the first photo – it’s a little tiny bag on the bottom (your) left corner of the check-in counter – the bottom photo shows a backpack hanging off a wheelchair – these were actually right across the aisle from each other
I told security and they didn’t really care – they walked away in the direction I pointed but when I walked by later the backpack was still there
