eleven commandments

because they can call the shots: like the fabled moses who delivered his people from bondage then gave them the ten commandments, i deliver you from dreary workaday bondage and give you these::

eleven commandments of the jetrosexual

11. thou shalt have thine passport ready to go at a moment’s notice.

10. thou shalt have a favorite airport and be prepared to explain why it is thine fave.

9. thou shalt not be a chatty cathy with thine seatmate.

8. thou shalt never hold up the security line.

7. thou shalt be able to order a beer in at least six different languages.

6. thou shalt respect the five minute rule when using thine lavatory.

5. thou shalt be able to pack a week’s worth of clothes into a single carry-on bag.

4 thou shalt not own one of those inflatable neck pillows.

3. thou shalt have at least one passport stamp from a country that now goes by a different name.

2. thou shalt travel economy class, on rare occasions, just to keep thine self humble.

1. thou shalt leave terra firma behind in order to move business and culture forward.

i am pretty confident saying that i already live by most, if not all, of these commandments. luckily when jesusland split from the united states of canada back in naught-four, i qualified for number three, being a resident alien here, i got the stamp in my passport and the house arrest ankle-tracking device as well.

in the background::the jet set:alphaville