So many jokes….must….remain…..strong…..floatation device….turbulence….mile….high….
Every Friday evening, some time before most people have clocked out of work and begin heading home for the weekend, a plane takes off from LAX.
Like so many other flights at this time, this one is also heading to Las Vegas. It’s not full of gamblers, however, but rather a disproportionate amount of silicon that bounces and jiggles through the warm, desert-air turbulence all the way to Vegas where, for the remainder of Friday and Saturday night, it will continue quivering away at $20 a pop.
This, folks, is the Southwest Stripper Plane.
The passengers are LA’s greatest temporary export, heading off for a weekend of singles and 20s to help baby pay the rent. They are blessed with the sun-kissed glory of Southern California and enhanced by the world’s greatest plastic surgeons, and of course every single one is a struggling teacher, college student, or some other admirable profession that will keep suckers reaching into their wallet time after time to help out their worthy cause, whatever it might be.
Nice read at Gadling.com yesterday, continue the article here.
Long story short…if you are flying from San Diego or LAX to Vegas, book your flights for a Friday afternoon.