A new chapter in Leroy's "flying sucks vol.1"

On my way to lga, Queens.  Foggy but nothing alarming, 2 hours in advance, 1 carry-on bag and no check-in: All the starts are align perfectly it seems...Oh but wait a minute, that can't really be possible eh?  First, got my speed-stick confiscated because when directly apply on an eyeball, apparently it hurts freaking bad.  Then they made me switch gates 4 times and delayed my flight 2 hours without explanation.  Oh and just to be a little more pain in the ass, the flight attendant got in my face because my bag couldn't fit the tiny glove compartment...45 minutes after landing, I was with friends in a strip club with just enough energy left in my body to get half-hard to enjoy 2 girls doing it...Yup, Montreal beats New York 10 miles on that kind of entertainment.

Back 2 days later in the airport to flight my ass back to New York.  Prior boarding I need to renew my visa (NAFTA trade) at the custom.  I'm usual to the procedure and expect no problem but nevertheless got there 3 hours earlier just in case.  Ended to be a good gut feeling:  "Sir, do you have your degree diploma with you?"  Hey man, my degree diploma is framed and hanged on a wall of fame at my family house so no, did not bring it.  Instead, I got this official letter stating that I received the diploma.  Look, it’s signed in blue and wax-sealed...Did you read it?  "Yes, we need to see your diploma...I have to refused your demand.”  These guys...Got them the frame and got through on the second pass...Have an hour to kill still and I need a beer.  Last chance to drink a cold Molson Ex in a frozen bock...$10.50!  Pricier than a stripper joint, boner-less...

An hour later, flying above the big ship on a clear sky at low altitude was the tradeoff for all the rocks this trip has thrown my way...

Peace,
--Leroy