Shock Thoughts

The San Francisco Chronicle called Ron Shock one of the greatest American storytellers.
He has been called one of the best comics who ever walked on a stage by his peers.
This man will take your mind on a wild ride. Enjoy !!!

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Monday, July 14, 2008

flight home

back home in vegas after the plane flight from purgatory. (would have said, "hell", but it wasn't the worst flight on record). i am supposed to leave savannaha (sp?) at 6:10 in evening to catch 8:40 flight in atlanta to las vegas. my flight is delayed so ticket agent tells me that i will miss my connection so she has me confirmed on a 9:45 flight but i will have to check in at desk to get seat and the flight is almost full so i will end up in middle seat. (had window for the 8:40..which i prefer) so we finally board at a little past 8 but then we sit on runway for an hour which means the 9:45 is getting problematic. when we get to atlanta air space we have to circle for a while and then we land but can't get to our gate because another plane is still there. 9:45 is going to be problem because it is now 9:35. we finally get to gate at about 9:50. we, of course, are not in terminal from which next flight leaves. i do the airport run, dodging and dashing, down the escalator, on the train, off the train, up the escalator, start running down corridor and as i pass gate 19 on way to gate 24 i glance over and lo and behold, it is the 8:40 flight to vegas and it is still boarding. screeching to halt, thanking the air gods for my good fortune, i get on plane. it is now a little after ten. we sit on plane until a little after eleven and almost leave then but i have noticed that the cargo door must still be open because there are bags on ground waiting to be loaded. the pilot calls for flight attendents to take their seats and prepare for takeoff. i tell one of the f.a.'s that the bags are there and she looks out and confirms and scoots down aisle to notify pilot. gads! they were going to take off with door open! finally, bags are loaded and we leave gate only to find we are number 84,376th in line.

when we get to vegas they have lost my bags.

glad to be home.

start tonight at the trop where i am hosting the show. part of my deal with the owner is that he gives me a lot of weeks but i agree to take any position. this way, i can tell him which dates i want and he always can get me in and since this club uses only headliners in all three positions anyway i don't really care. i have no ego about it and am always glad to work here at home. plus he pays me the same regardless of position.

rhonda is going to video me all this week with our new camera and i may make a new dvd from the shows; we shall see.

oh well, nothing to say so will say goodbye.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I swear I can actually hear you in my head saying "Vegas...glad to be here."

8:45 AM  
Blogger Ron Shock said...

j.t.,

you actually may have heard me shout it when we landed. it went echoing across the land...

12:29 PM  

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