Tech difficulties sorted themselves out. Reminds me of the time when I boarded a plane in Boston, headed for Amsterdam. Everyone was seated and ready to pull back. I was still terrified of flying back then. I timed my dose poorly and had not fully entered the carefree state that two mg of Lorazepam can bring on. Captain Kevorkian came over the intercom, “Folks, we have a slight delay. There’s a problem with the electrical system. The mechanics are getting it sorted. Shouldn’t be long now.” I started to update my will on a cocktail napkin. Almost an hour later, CK was back on the intercom. He was actually chuckling, “Well, folks, the problem has seemed to sort itself out. Lay back…I mean sit back and enjoy your flight. Yes, sit back.”
The only god I believe in is the one that sorts outs random technical problems for humanity. And occasionally takes control of playlists on shuffle.
“…sitting stoned, like a jewel-eyed baby” from the description above.