I'd fly this sucker, if the price was right.
I do wish the airlines would come up with some reasonable way of pricing flights. Something that bears a semblance to NOT haggling in Tijuana over the price of a picture of Elvis and Jesus playing poker with dogs rendered on black velvet. This afternoon [July 12] I finally got off my butt to try and book a round trip flight from San Diego to Wichita Kansas and back. I finally found a flight out of Hell-A for a "reasonable" $304 bucks..
Out of San Diego, that would have cost me around $550. WTH? Airline prices have NEVER made sense. I think that the guys that make this stuff up get a case of tequilla and strip nekkid and play bocce ball, Then they throw a set of three darts: 1st dart is the one to determine place of departure. 2nd Dart - Destination 3rd dart - Price. Then the fun begins -- go the night before 180 buckeroos less.... leave the next morning 200 bucks more. If the moon is in the 7th house. -- Flight costs $40 bucks--- but you have to sit next to two caterwauling children and sing "Take me out to the ballgame" ELSE pay $800 -- no refunds. If there's a pink 1962 Lincoln Continental with suicide doors on Main Street at precisely 4:07 a.m. Pacific Daylight time...ALL bets are off. Break a bottle of tequilla and count the number of broken shards. That's how much the flight costs.
Whatever. James Brennan's playing Applegate in Damn Yankees at the end of the month in Wichita....and that's all that really counts.
(Originally posted on my Telegraph on July 12, 2007)