Sloppy Seconds: The Tucker Max Leftovers - Plot & Excerpts
This is not one of them. I was going to Nantucket for a weekend. My buddy Chevy was staying at his parents’ house there with some friends, and swore to me I’d have a great time if I came out. I was in LA for the summer for work, so I had a long flight ahead of me. I figured I’d just read and nap. I took my seat and it became immediately evident that napping wasn’t going to happen. I had a middle seat. In coach. In the window seat was a guy who looked and smelled like he was about to ask me for some spare change. In the aisle seat was an obnoxious slob, spilling grease all over his shirt as he stuffed nasty Sbarro pizza in his face and yelled at his dopey, ill-disciplined children across the aisle. I decided that I was not going to sit in coach. I decided that I was better than these and deserved better accommodations. I’m moving to first class. Once I decided I was going to sit in first class, I ran into a series of problems: I didn’t have an upgrade voucher.
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