tonight im in aspen. and i love it here. the smell. the stars. the people. ha. ok not the people.
getting here is always an adventure. adventure is not the right word, but it will do. did you know that flight attendants bid avoid to fly aspen trips? not only do pilots have to be specially trained (the airport is surrounded by large mountains duh), but customer service agents as well. because most people who fly in and out of aspen are billionaires (thats a lot of million). and they let you know. they dont want to be told what do, they say when, they say where, they say who. which is fine, but dont fly commerically then ha (dont worry, i only thought that to my self). anyways, i had many ridiculous couples where the wife was much younger and healthier then her loved one. ha. the biggest diamond rings i had ever seen.
this older guy comes on the flight and i ask -
hi sir, how are you?
not so good (in a moaning voice)
he didnt look so good, and i ask in a concerning voice..."why is that?"
I've got the pancreatic cancer
im sorry to hear that. is there anything i can do to make you more comfortable?
...nope
his wife made him carry their bags. and wouldnt even wait for him! she was helping alright. helping him die.
poor guy. i guess money cannot always buy you love.
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