Hungry Jack (that's what he wants to be called) was flying to Moscow when he was informed by his cabin crew that a passenger was experiencing paralysis on one side of his body and drooling from one side of his mouth.
Hungry Jack decided to land at Iceland. The passenger's wife protested, on the grounds that a connecting flight to Moscow would blow their budget (???!!!! Be careful who you marry!).
Hungry Jack proceeded to arrange for an emergency landing at Iceland anyway. He contacted Iceland's air control, and was expecting to be given the usual ultra complicated landing instructions (ultra complicated to me). Instead, he was told that he was totally in their radar and not in anyone's way, and hence he could "just land". When Hungry Jack landed, he was amazed and impressed by what he saw: ambulance, doctors, nurses - everything that the gravely ill passenger needed - waiting to attend to him.
"I'm moving to Iceland", I interrupted.
Hungry Jack reminded me that they are bankrupt.
"It's ok, she can go there to give a boost to their retail industry"
Seabloke knows her economics!"Except that I don't shop"
Seabloke busted. Ha!
Hungry Jack went on to talk about how during his sniper days he had a reputation for sitting at a corner by himself sharpening his
parang before his team went on exercises, while the rest would chat and chill out, and find Hungry Jack's choice of "hobby" totally mind-boggling. Then came the day when the team's progress in a major exercise was hindered by massive coconut trees that had fallen in their path. The one person that sprang to the mind of everyone present was Hungry Jack with his very sharp parang. Theirs were so blunt I bet they couldn't use them to cut apples.
And there were stories about ninjas and samurais. Hungry Jack enlightened Seabloke and me that ninjas DON'T wear black - they wear midnight blue. Extremely lightly armed, they carry with them on each mission just ONE
Shuriken to facilitate their get-away - besides their sword of course. Some of them specialize in reconnaissance, and strike only high value targets. First modern snipers.
Seabloke's planning her deep sea dive for the year. She's AWFULLY disappointed that one of her trips that was supposed to come complete with a spectacular volcanic eruption plus feasting sharks is now without the highlight - the volcano has gone to sleep. She'll have to make do with just hungry sharks...
After we parted ways, I spent 2 hours at my favorite haunt - Harris Bookstore. Checked out everything from fictions to self-help to languages to philosophy (it REALLY should be called the "Ayn Rand" section since there's really nothing else on the shelves except Ayn Rand) to travel to BUSINESS & FINANCE. Bought 2 books that caught my interest -
"Betting on Blackjack" and
"What Not To Write". Nearly bought a very delicate looking 3-in1 hourglass (1, 3 & 5 minutes - HA!) and a globe (my absolute FAVORITE thing) but remembered that I swore off buying things (I don't throw things - since nothing goes out, nothing comes in).
Hungry Jack's favorite place is 3000 feet up; Seabloke's, 3000 feet down; mine, Harris bookstore 5 miles from where I live.
I just love my boring life and my very exciting and excitingly loving siblings.
My favorite globes (for your
easy reference, D!):


