Re: THe NAC Lots-O-Post Thread
BTW I'm in Auburn Hills, MI...and there's a place in the outlet mall across the street called Toby Keith's "I Love This Bar & Grill".
I know where my boss is getting my next receipt from...
Going tomorrow to GM Orion to watch them build the Chevy Sonic and Buick Verano, and figure out why a bunch of our gearboxes are leaking from the output shaft after ~6 months. Had a preliminary meeting this afternoon at the monorail manufacturer to dissect a few of the failed boxes...and nothing looks wrong. So tomorrow should be interesting.
Then spending tomorrow night out in the boondocks at my aunt & uncle's 80-acre farm to help my uncle chop and split wood to feed their wood-fired hot water boiler. And then Wednesday morning help them come up with a garden/growth plan for this coming season.
On the flight out here I scored an aisle seat in an exit row with oodles of leg room, only to have the following transpire with the two (Indian?) guys next to me:
Stewardess: I need to have a verbal 'yes' from you that you understand the exit row instructions.
Guys: [look at each other] [nod silently]
Stewardess: I need a 'yes', that you understand English, and can follow the exit row instructions.
Guys: [one looks at her, smiles and says 'Yes!', then turns to the other guy and says a bunch of gibberish. After which the other guy goes 'Yes!']
Stewardess: ...right.
-> she moves on to the next aisle
Next thing I know, the two guys are being asked to relocate to First Class, so that two off-duty flight attendants who are just trying to get home can take their seats in the exit row. Both guys somehow understand this immediately and vacate their seats pronto.
I dunno. I got a complimentary in-flight beer out of the whole thing. Which is a strange reward for sitting in an exit row.
Toby Keith's calling...
