Sometimes you've just gotta do what you've just gotta do. Simple as that. MOUSES!
In the wee hours of this mornin', a plane made a hard landin' at the Stanfield International Airport. The pilots got the plane safely onto the ground and although about two dozen peeps were taken to hospital, there were no fatalities. Thank goodness for that.
But this here post isn't about the actual landin'. It's about what happened afterwards. Let me explain.
When you have well over a hundred peeps standin' about outside in blowin' snow and sub-zero temperatures, you do what you need to do do to get 'em inside. And when some of those peeps are in shorts or short-sleeved shirts or sandals or any combination thereof, you make darned mousin' sure that you get 'em inside, pronto. Pronto as in right away, for sure.
Now I know, peeps flyin' into a Canadian airport in winter weather might be wise to wear somethin' a little heavier than shorts and sandals but that's besides the point. The point is, they were out there in the snow and the cold and not properly clad. MOUSES!
Those sun-lovin' peeps had been off somewhere warm, lovin' the sun - probably 'cause they didn't like the cold - when they returned home to be left outside in the snow. Again I must say, MOUSES!!
Officials from the airport have stated that shortly after midnight on a Sunday, they simply don't have shuttles on paw to transport stranded passengers off the tarmac and into the warmth and safety of the airport. MOUSES!!!
Okay. Fine. There were no shuttle buses. But are they tellin' us there was no way to get those peeps inside? Really? REALLY?
I'm findin' that somewhat difficult to believe.
Maybe the traditional methods of peep transportation weren't available but there were other means, I am sure. Just needed someone to show some gumption, that's all.
Sometimes peeps can't see the forest for the trees. It's a fact. Some peeps get so wrapped up in the little details that they totally miss the big picture. You know, like that big picture of all those short-sleeved shirt wearin' peeps shiverin' out there in the cold? Yeah, that would be the big picture, for sure.
So there weren't any shuttle buses. So what? I mean, really, SO WHAT? There were cars. There were cars in the parkin' lot. There's at least one car rental place at the airport so there were rental cars, too. Someone had to have access to the keys. There might even have been some taxis. And what about shuttle buses belongin' to the nearby hotels? And I imagine that there would even be peeps capable of drivin' all those cars, too.
You probably do need to have special qualifications to drive around on the runway but do you know what? In times of emergency, you sometimes need to break a rule or two. You just do. MOUSES!
Like I said about the trees in the forest... If you get all caught up in the little details of those trees and rules and regulations and whatnot, you miss the fact that there's a big ol' forest standin' out there. MOUSES!
Had I been me runnin' that ol' airport, I would have shown some gumption, for sure. I would have found every available vehicle I could find. Even my own, if necessary. Then I would have pulled in security officers 'cause it is an international airport so there must be security around even in the wee hours of the mornin'. And I would have given those security officers the keys to those cars. Then I would have had them all led out by a baggage cart handler 'cause they know their way around the runways and there must have been at least one around since there were planes landin', proven by the fact that one of 'em did. He or she could have led the cars out to the plane, picked up the passengers in twos and threes and brought 'em all inside where it was warm.
You know somethin'? Some of the passengers might even have been able to ride on the baggage cart itself. Not the safest means of transportation, I imagine, but perhaps safer than standin' outside in the blowin' snow while wearin' sandals and shorts. MOUSES!
Oh sure, there would have been questions to answer afterwards and a few eyebrows would have raised but those peeps would have been safe and warm inside and questions could and would be handled later.
Decisions needin' to be made aren't always as hard to make as they appear and if you're doin' what will be right for the big picture, you'll land on your paws, for sure. Like I said before, sometimes you've just gotta do what you've just gotta do.
Peeps shouldn't be be too quick to confuse the words can't and won't. They do actually have two different meanings. Sometimes, things that shouldn't be done under normal circumstances actually can be done in cases of emergency. Gumption is all that's required.
So the passengers were only out in the cold for fifty minutes. Bet those were some of the longest fifty minutes of their lives.
And what if it had been longer? It could have been. Could have been even colder, too. Would airport officials have allowed 'em to stand out there for two or three hours and still have said there were no shuttles available? MOUSES!
You know what they say. They say, stupid is as stupid does. Do you know what I say? I say, don't do what Stupid does 'cause, you know, HE'S KINDA STUPID!
Stop frettin' on those teeny-tiny details, no matter how complicated they seem, and do what you need to do to make the bigger picture a better thing. To make it a picture worthy of lookin' at. And for goodness sakes, get those shiverin' peeps out of that there cold! MOUSES!
I absolutely abhor that expression 'bout thinkin' outside of the box 'cause as we all know, boxes are the best thing since sliced bread - maybe even better - and no one should ever be told to get out of one just to think BUT there is an argument here to be made 'bout thinkin' usin' a little creativity and ingenuity, for sure. MOUSES!
They're just lucky that my Peep #1 wasn't on board that plane 'cause she probably would have hiked her way back to the airport, no matter how far away they were. Oh yeah, they would have tried to stop her from doin' that. They would have said it was too dangerous and whatnot. They might have even arrested her or somethin'. But Peep #1 would have looked 'em straight in the eye and said, "Good. A jail cell will be warmer than this. MOUSES!"
Sometimes when life hands you lemons, you've just gotta make some good old-fashioned lemonade and... Scratch that. When life hands you lemons what you really ought to do is toss 'em out, grab some nip and kick back with an extra-strong niptini, for sure.
The world would be a better place if there were more cats in charge and runnin' things, I think. We cats know how to deal with lemons. When a curve ball comes our way, we adjust. We know how to show a little gumption. Initiative and resourcefulness could be our middle names! We know how to climb those trees, givin' us a good view of the forest in its entirety and when jumpin' down from said trees, we know how to land softly on our paws, for sure. And we know to never, ever, follow the one who goes by the name of Stupid. We know how to make the world a better place.
Yup, there should be more cats in higher places, for sure. Another reason why, my friends, my appointment to the Canadian Senate is long overdue. #Niss4Senate!!! Tell the Prime Minister, today. And you might wanna mention it to the airport authorities, as well. MOUSES!