This weekend my brother got married (I’ll post about that later with a photo or two) in Salt Lake City. Annie and I flew out on Thursday and back on Sunday. The trip to and from Salt Lake marks several travel firsts for me:
1) I had never been to SLC before. Ooh, pretty mountains.
2) I had never pulled wheeled luggage through an airport before.
3) I had never used one of those neck pillows on a flight before.
Two and three are signs of becoming a rapidly aging traveler. Soon I’ll probably be zipping through the airport on a beeping golf cart making remarks about young whippersnappers with long hair and overweight people.
On closer examination of the neck pillow, I discovered the following phrase: “Not for sleeping.”
I guarantee the company that made the pillow markets them with people on planes sleeping comfortably. Yet their lawyers and some medical professional tells them that they could cover their asses from any sleeping/neck pillow injuries if they stuck a stupid “not for sleeping” tag. I’m half tempted to fake an injury and sue them to see if the warning will hold up in court.
This is almost as stupid as an inner tube not to be used as an flotation device.
Drowning guy (panicking): Help!!! I’m drowning!
Sunbather: Sorry, all I have is this here inner tube which can’t be used as a flotation device.
Drowning guy: blurb…blurb…sputter…(dies)