Seriously? A Rat on a Plane?!
Right, let’s just sit here and marvel at the sheer genius of modern travel. Because apparently, the pinnacle of human achievement involves transporting rodents across international borders. A rat. On a flight. From the Netherlands to Aruba. I mean, really? Is this what weve become? Are we so obsessed with getting from point A to point B that we’re essentially creating luxurious mobile environments for vermin?
I can just picture it: nestled snugly amongst the luggage, enjoying complimentary peanuts and undoubtedly judging our questionable in-flight movie choices. Did it have a tiny passport? Was it booked on frequent flyer miles? I’m genuinely curious about the logistical planning involved in becoming an unscheduled passenger.
And of course, the collective gasp of horror! The delayed passengers! The frantic sanitization procedures! As if this isnt just another Tuesday. Weve dealt with turbulence, screaming babies, and questionable airline food. A rat? This is supposed to send us into a tailspin?
Honestly, I’m not even mad about the delay; Im bewildered. It perfectly encapsulates our current state of affairs – an endless pursuit of efficiency punctuated by moments of absolute absurdity. A rat on a plane. Fantastic. Just… fantastic.
