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Nov. 28th, 2004 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI'm watching Home Alone right now, and I swear, the only reason I'm watching this is for the scene where the mother is at the one airport where she meets John Candy and his polka band, and she's yelling at the ticket agent, and she says, "I have been awake for almost 60 hours. I'm tired and I'm dirty. I have been from Chicago to Paris to Dallas to... where the hell am I?" To which the ticket agent dryly points out, "Scranton."
That airport? Frickin' huge compared to the one in Scranton. The airport at Avoca is like a 7-11 with a slightly larger parking lot.
Although the fact that there might be a polka band milling around waiting for a plane is sadly not that much of a stretch.
That airport? Frickin' huge compared to the one in Scranton. The airport at Avoca is like a 7-11 with a slightly larger parking lot.
Although the fact that there might be a polka band milling around waiting for a plane is sadly not that much of a stretch.
