You are probably expecting me to be writing this brief blog from the comfort of my cabin onboard the Carnival Fantasy. ………..but instead, I am writing to you from Stephanie’s cubical here in the Miami office………….and that deserves a huge BUGGER.
Yesterday was a manic day involving just 10 minutes to pack from the hotel in Dallas and a late night flight back to Fort Lauderdale……not Miami………..and, oh boy, do I have a story to tell you about that flight.
Anyway, the reason for all this madness is the fault of a bunch of men with a spitting fetish who spend hours blowing large chunks of brown poo out of their mouth and occasionally try and hit a ball with a stick. Apparently there is something called the World Series going on where two different countries…………in this case Philadelphia Steak Sandwiches and the Tampa Bay Buccarays.
