It was pissing rain for much of my drive and one of Diannes' windsheild wipers decided to go lame. "Fuck you! I'm not going to work overtime in this redonkulous storm" It was like a slap in the face. Thankfully it was the passenger wiper, not the drivers. I would have been fucked if it had been. Thanks Dianne! You've always got my back.
Smokey/foggy mountains. Definitely looked cooler in real life
I fucking hate this city. Lived there for 9 months and will never live there again. (i hope)
Grossed out by Calgary. When I got into the city. It was straight to Mommas house. She made me lasagne for dinner. So good. She makes the best lasagne out there. I begged her to make me one to bring back to Jasper so I could share it with my friends. After some prodding she finally agreed. I have to pay her for it though. Apparently they're kind of pricey. 
She got me high then we went to the airport. On the way there she whipped out her cinnamon gum. Classic Momma. She's always been a cinnamon gum chewer. It made me happy that she had it.
I got to the airport about an hour pre flight. No rush.
This guy was ahead of me in the line. When he took his belt off I chuckled to myself and thought "a belt is so not going to be a problem" When I went through my belt set the detector off. Whoops. I was wrong. I also didn't feel like taking out my computer when they scanned my things. They made me do it on the other side. I felt like a goober and got all flustered and shit. 
When I got to the gate I just chilled and eves dropped for a bit. This lady had some mad indigestion and kept burping. She decided to search for her rolaids and when she couldn't find them she just kept looking and saying, "I had them out. I must have left them somewhere." This went on for about 7 minutes. If you think you left them somewhere, why the hell are you still searching?! She had some mad kankles on her.
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