"WHATS THE DEAL WITH AIRLINE FOOD." -pig

We’re in Toronto. Anna and I took Air Canada up here, and we’re taking a connecting flight to Beijing. On the way from New York to Toronto, we were treated to the cursory bi-lingualism of Air Canada. Now that we’re on line for a Air Canada flight to China, we’re subjected to all pilot/flight attendant directions in English, then French, then Chinese.

It takes a very long time to run through all the languages. Announcements are way longer, and any peace one could find on a jumbo jet with recycled filtered flatulence as oxygen and spicy twigs as snacks is broken by a mini UN coming from First Class.

We should be going now. I have a date with a personal television where the passenger in front of me’s head is supposed to go.

-David