Those lunch time thoughts are coming back to me, flooding my mind like a flood into a place that floods from time to time when there is heavy rain, causing the water to overflow the banks of a river as the soil becomes too full of water to hold any more water, therefore allowing the water level to rise higher and higher, sometimes leading to a mud slide of sorts that rampages through the streets of your town like a wild pack of wild animals that are behaving in a wild manner, as is the way of animals that are wild that are behaving wildly.
Sometimes many of the houses would end up mostly underwater, causing problems for the residents of the town that is flooded and that is bad as they have to wait for all the waters to completely recede.
Such is the life of living in a flood plain, but at least they aren’t in a plane that is flooded and still flying, because that would be slightly uncomfortable and I imagine that it would affect the ability for the plane to fly due to it retaining too much water (or mud for that matter, if there was dirt in the plane when it flooded and the dirt was so numerous that it turned into mud).
Some people would have to wear ponchos, so more power to them.
Well, more power to those that would wear some sort of plastic bag that was also a suit because when they got off the plane, they’d just take off the plastic bag and they’d be there in their regular suit, looking all cool and respectable.
Then they’d be covered in mud as it poured out of the plane as they did what they usually do which is take action without thinking the whole thing through.
Then they’d look like they were covered in mud.
Such is the way of things when you gamble with your cleanliness.
Sometimes you have to wonder as to why people do these silly things.
You’d also have to wonder as to what would convince someone to get on a plane that was flooded with either water or mud if they were planning on flying to some other location.
It doesn’t seem to be the right thing to do.
It would be better to get another plane, or walk, because at least then you get a bit of a good view that you can appreciate, sleep under the stars, fight for your life and generally struggle with the harsh nature of reality that forever keeps us on our toes when we are outside of the city because we’ve become detached from the world around us unless it’s surrounded by buildings that block out the sun, therefore preventing us from the feeling of catharsis that comes when you rip off your shirt whilst on a cliff facing the ocean and scream about anguish and pain before boxing with a kangaroo, then taking it for a drink.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:46:14
More random stuff from the mind of one at work.
Written at work.