Crying Like a Baby
Oct 24, 2010
This coming week I will be bringing my traveling cartoony show to New York for two events on Staten Island and two in Rochester. I do enjoy traveling mainly because I can sleep on the plane without being interrupted by phones calls, barking dogs, kids needing something (notice how I didn’t mention my wife?), etc. etc., etc. I can fall asleep practically anywhere with relative quickness and ease. This ability is one that comes in quite handy except when I am driving. For some reason I am able to sleep right through all the bumps, the pilot telling the passengers to fasten our seat belts or look out the right or left window, (of which I am always on the wrong side), to see some nifty landmark or the guy sitting next to me who is intermittently guffawing at the in-flight sit-com without being disturbed. The same cannot be said if there is a crying baby within 25 rows of me. A couple of years ago I was on one such memorable flight. There was a young couple with two babies. As soon as the plane had lifted off one of the babies started in which of course started the other baby going. The very apologetic and embarrassed parents did all they could to quiet the babies but nothing seemed to work. Those poor kids had a miserable time, which I totally understood. By the end of that flight I wanted my mommy too.
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