I rather be paddled...

 

I have firmly established in these past few days that even though I absolute hate and detest a paddle,

I would willingly bent over than:

 

Booking a plane ticket that meant that I had to be at an airport at 5am on a winter’s morning 

Be a cost saving idiot, and being stuck in what must be the smallest airplane seats in the world and right between two prospective contestants of "The Biggest Loser"

Believing that a crime photographer will be at the police station within the next fifteen minutes, effectively resulting that not only I had to wait for nearly five hours, but only to leave the station at 4am in the morning

Trying to sleep in a hotel, putting up the "Do not disturb sign", not taking into account that they decided it will be the perfect day to do some window washing

Get so involved in what I am doing that I totally forgot to eat, and when the hunger pains struck, the only open place was Macdonald’s - a real haven for someone on diet!

However, as I am home now, none of the above applies anymore!