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They hide the fees. Doesn't mean they don't reveal them somewhere.

 

Because, Obama.

 

On AA.com I just "sorta" booked a ticket on American from DFW to Las Vegas for the end of the month (just to see what's actually there). You pick the flight by the price, then you get a summary. Right there is a link that you can click on for all the optional fees.

Now I've just searched on Travelocity for the same flight. I'll damned ... there's a "Flight details and baggage fees" link. Right there.

So they're "hidden" ... riiiiight.

Dumb as the proposal re: the pricing of tickets is, the proposed rule requiring airlines to partial out (and report) how much money they make on fees is even dumber.

 

On a side note, my Christmas gifts to myself this year are inspired by our political threads.

 

One of the saddest moments I've had in recent years was when my kids started reading and I had to retire this faithful friend.

Fuck Off I'm Reading The Onion Coffee Mug

 

What are they trying to say!!

 

A guy I once worked with loved his coffee mug with big, bold letters that said FUCK YOU, and one day he brought it into the newsroom's daily budget meeting. Our longtime news editor, a humble, soft-spoken, religious guy, didn't say a word, but he reached over and turned the mug so the words faced its owner.

 

My kids both casually dropped the F-bomb this week at home. The 8-year-old mumbled "fucking crayon." Not sure what the 4-year-old said, but something to do with My Little Pony.

Remember the '90s drugs commercial: "I learned it from you, Dad. I learned it from you."

Played out around our parts this week.

 

True story: I dropped an F-bomb in a first-grade writing assignment. Obviously I had no idea what it meant - I was a dedicated rule-follower - but I had heard the older kid next door say "What the fuck are you doing?" and I liked the sound of it, so into my homework it went. Thanks a lot, Rob.

My parents got called in, but I understand they spent the vast majority of the time laughing uncontrollably with my teacher.

 

My kid got a "yellow" for the day last year for saying "boobs." (He spelled it B-U-B-S when he tearfully related his malfeasance to us.)

Like two months later, at some parent-teacher conference, the teacher brings it up in a hushed tone: "And you know he said b-o-o-b-s."

 

"Bubs" was mid-19th century slang for breasts. Honest.

 

Well, he is a little history buff.