I've never considered myself to be a "doom-and-gloom" person, but enough air travel can lead to some pretty macabre thoughts.
While waiting out a recent departure delay, I found myself wondering if I died in a plane crash, would my infant daughter ever know how much I love her? The very next thought was that if I died in a plane crash today, I'd hate for my last meal to have been those boneless buffalo wings at Chili's.
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Dude, those wings don't even come from buffalos. Start eating some real food.
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