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In desperate need of bug spray July 01, 2002 - 12:55 p.m.
I'm doing it again. Watching them.
I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the airport. Gate B11. Staring at the 'B11 Conference Room'. I suppose that's where they take the trouble passengers. I've still got another 15-20 minutes before they start boarding, and some of these people couldn't be anymore impatient. Then you've got the others that sit calmly reading their books or simply sleeping. I like those people. The quiet ones. They require more scrutiny to figure out what's going on with them.
The ants go marching one by one, the little one stops to suck his thumb
- Is thumb code for something else?
The ants go marching two by two, the little one stops to tie his shoe
- I suppose they sell those at Ant Locker
The ants go marching three by three, the little one stops to climb a tree
- I liked 'take a pee' here
The ants go marching four by four, the little one stops to shut the door
- What fucking door?! They're marching!!
The ants go marching five by five, the little one stops to jump and jive
- You got the rhyme wrong, it's "dive"... into an erupting volcano
The ants go marching six by six, the little one stops to pick up sticks
- To arrange in everyone's sleeping bags that night, and burn them alive
The ants go marching seven by seven, the little one stops to pray to heaven
- For an escape from all this marching, or at least the song itself
The ants go marching eight by eight, the little one stops to shut the gate
- That's one strong fucking ant!
The ants go marching nine by nine, the little one stops to check the time
- See, he was getting annoyed with this thing too
The ants go marching ten by ten, the little one stops to say 'the end'
- Thank fucking god!!!
I can't say how many times I heard that... that... THING repeated in the seat behind me like a fucking cult chant. I'm so glad it was a short flight.
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