i think i'll just eat my shadow (or the saga of the Qantas/American food voucher)

"Oh, steward, I'd like a stiff one please,

and you know where you can put it?"

Never mind all this talk about ascension, or the paradigm shift whatever that is...20 cents couldn't turn me on any more than having one of mama cass's muu-muus (as Tom Robin's of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues fame, responded in a similar manner, when he was informed by my  Mission of the Creative Spirit that he had been chosen for that year's highest held in the mind of creativity, award, "that makes me  more excited than if I had won a pair of Briney Spears' undies!"  go know, i didn't even know who he was talking about since after mama cass died, i never had another pop idol, except the one made in the image of his father, The Electrician who said, "Let there be Light"...but by then i knew i had some things to work out over that with the Holy See!) And the award was just a bowling trophy find from the salvation army dressed up to suit the half holy man who got it by default simply as an excuse for the bliss brothers to meet the other half!) So with this talk of shifts being passed on as if it is the gospel, and we must be clear of the ending so that it doesn't sound like "shit", my friend and fellow minister Zell, who is the spiritual leader of the Church of the Immaculate Perception, has pointed out to me, the book we both hold so dear to us is A Course in Miracles, and not "The" Course etc.( although "the" is the key word no doubt in her lexicon, as she celebrates James Joyce, the day before I do Gertrude Stein...and in both cases it holds true to us each that "a roshi is a roshi is a roshi"...never mind no body might understand us at all...

and for what its worth, miracles are many!

So I am hoping for some kind of miracle, and not just the shit I have been getting from Qantas and American Airlines over my questioned food service for this long flight to Oz, leaving on Groundhog Day and somehow completely by pass Gertrude's birthday in the air! Never mind beyond my intuition hearing both sides of airlines customers service agents laughing, i will not settle for an

"Oh, get over it, bite me!"

It goes  like this:

We booked our flight to Australia on Q, and then were told that that flight was cancelled and we were put on another flight that very same day from the very same airport to the very same place only on Ameican Airlines this time. While we paid for our food service in the initial price of our ticket, we were  informed now that we would have to paying for food, should we want it on the six hour segment from NY to LA (and the same upon return in two months time).

i spoke with a customer service rep in Oz who then told me to go to their web page and write to them with this complaint which i did. Fifteen days later i received an answer from them stating, "We are sorry you didn't have a good flight, we hope you had a joyous holiday, and we hope you will choose to fly with us again." Like don't they understand English? or American?

So I then called up American and asked if food vouchers from Q were delt with on their end. I had two very polite agents do their best and the last directed me back to Qantas! That customer service agent then told me to write to the web page for technical support, and they told me I was technically in the wrong direction with my complain and sent me to food services who then wrote back saying "no, go to this address", and the answer i received was "this is no longer a working e-mail address".

There comes a point  when one just says "enough of this shift"! its not worth all the time i am investing (intuit) "

So as i am flying out on Groundhog Day, i think i will just eat my shadow...that is until i make my connection in LA, change my carrier (and i don't mean those red shoes) and start to drink all the XXXX that Q does serve on the house, in the air, to wash down the bad taste of all that came from those not very helpful customer service reps. And "Oh, Steward, please hold the nuts!"