This morning I caught an early flight out of Palm Springs to Orlando, Florida to attend the Global Pet trade show. I flew on a jet owned by a friend of a friend named Ted (see right) so I expected a first class trip to Florida. As it turned out, Ted has a lot of friends who needed a lift. There were quite a few other people on Ted's plane. Anyway unfortunately for me, one of Ted's friends was the Marlboro Man from 1942. He was an old wrinkled up man with a giant cowboy hat who reeked of cigarette smoke and whisky. What a joy. I instantly put on my headphones and turned up the ole iPod, sipped my Bloody Mary quietly and tried not to breathe.
Above: the smelly old cowboy who sat next to me on my flight to Orando. I think he had a few too many ciggies and shots of whisky before the flight.
-Rick Rockhill
3 comments:
Hidee and greetings from Loserville, Kentucky! Thanx for stopping by. I thought I'd return the favor. LOVE all the pop culture stuff! Excellent job! Looks like I'll be stopping by here more often...
It would not have surprised me if the old cowboy starting reciting the lines to the gambler for you...At least you got there safely ;-)
Thanks for visiting my blog!
Rick, You didn't tell me about the Marlboro Man, I thought he died a few years ago, but by ther looks of your "picture", he looks like he did. Abbie R.
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