This Has Nothing To Do With Thanksgiving or Family

I have decided to turn over a new leaf. I have a full library of important leather-bound books in the background and I have decided to switch from celebrity gossip news to Big Boy News. Also, instead of calling people "dude", I now say "my good man". So you know fancy things are happening.

So I read this story today about a bunch of French people who staged a sit-in on Ryanair because it arrived 200 miles from its supposed destination, in the wrong country, and without a formal announcement from the airline staff. Ryanair flights cost -$1.50. It is literally cheaper than riding your bike to 7-11. In a former life when I have flown with them, I always end up sitting next to the guy holding a chicken on his lap. It's Ryanair guys. The airline from the country who is supposed to file bankrupcy any day now. Let's just shimmy that bar down a few notches.

But, my good man, I digress.

The funny part? The French passengers thought their best punishment would be to CONTINUE SITTING ON THE PLANE FOR FOUR HOURS (without food, water, or working toilets). I love you France. You have a special je ne seis quoi that was bred out of us Americans over centuries scratching ourselves and shopping at Costco. When this kind of thing happens in America, we inflate the emergency slide, raid the mini bar, punch people, flex, and slide out of that mother as fast as we can say "fend for yourselves!". And then Toby Keith writes a song about it.

France wins the patience award and an honorable mention for the "subtle but persistent eff you". Good job guys.