Little Victories III once got bumped up to first class in the 90 minute leg of a 16 hour flight. Tell us about your insignificant little triumphs and minor victories. (Driving a Honda Accord doesn't count).
(, Thu 26 Mar 2015, 12:13)
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I once got roped into a coterie Someone in Vegas with clout. The hotel's top floor was jammed with all-night party people, but Mr. Big had reserved the central space, which featured a couch. I could go wherever I wished, but only four people were allowed to approach the couch. I felt like a goldfish at a cat convention. Beautiful women made brazen overtures, in the hope they too could rest their tired feet. People disguised resentful glances with happy smiles. Then the time expired, and I became rabble once more.
(, Sun 29 Mar 2015, 13:35, 1 reply)
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