Thanks Chesney

Yesterday, after a series of Kenny Chesney mishaps, the fumbling idiots at Delta Airlines allowed themselves to be talked into upgrading my flight, which was now headed to New Orleans. In first class they serve you free drinks like brothel night at the local casino. By the time I deplaned in New Orleans I was the drunkest I have been since high school. I stumbled off the plane and twice walked the wrong way, on what is basically a one way exit, until Neal from customer service was nice enough to turn me around. Twice As I was making my way out to the parking lot, I saw this sort of ironic sign.