The Llama Returns To His Corral

Greetings, camelidophiles! Sorry about the lack of posting of late. First, the Butcher's Shop suffered from another Moo Knew bandwidth kerchoo. And before that business was sorted out, Robbo left town for a week of depositionpalooza, only returning to Orgle Manor on Saturday afternoon.

Here's a little bit o' random for you: As we were waiting about in the terminal to fly out a week ago Sunday, the desk attendant came on the intercom to inform us that the plane that was to take us to Chicago - a 737 - was on her final flight and, as soon as she had done her run on to the West Coast that day, she was off to the bone yard. Furthermore, ours was the very last United 737 flight out of National, as United's entire fleet of these planes has now been permanently retired. To mark the occasion, there were a couple fire trucks pulled up on the tarmac that sprayed us with their water cannons as we taxied by. I also saw some ground crew taking pictures.

Memo to Airline Personnel: Please don't use the expression "final flight" about a given plane until after she's touched down at the other end. Ditto to pilots who come on the air in mid-flight and start yapping about the plane's 40 year career. It gives the passengers the creeps.