I posted this in another thread:
After a recent non stop flight from LA to Sydney, Australia (about 15 hours), I have concluded that we could make him talk by having him make this or similar trip in the economy section, in the middle seat with large guys on either side for a week, going both ways of course.
At the end of the week, we tell him he now has enough frequent flyer miles to do it again, and we took the liberty of booking him on the next available flight.
Upon hearing this, he will tell us where the WMD are, where OSB is hiding, and where Waldo is, as well as anything else we want to know.
My wife, after hearing this idea, and being concerned about the growing deficit suggested we could cut it down to 2 or 3 days if we let her mother sit next to him, replacing one of the fat guys.
MIL is known for talking endlessly about topics of no interest to anyone, usually about people and events in her neighborhood from the 40s and 50s, kind of reminds you of the scene in AIRPLANE when Robert Hays is telling his seatmates his woes and they kill themselves.
Also, I thought we were outsourcing our torture to Morocco nowadays.
DS
After a recent non stop flight from LA to Sydney, Australia (about 15 hours), I have concluded that we could make him talk by having him make this or similar trip in the economy section, in the middle seat with large guys on either side for a week, going both ways of course.
At the end of the week, we tell him he now has enough frequent flyer miles to do it again, and we took the liberty of booking him on the next available flight.
Upon hearing this, he will tell us where the WMD are, where OSB is hiding, and where Waldo is, as well as anything else we want to know.
My wife, after hearing this idea, and being concerned about the growing deficit suggested we could cut it down to 2 or 3 days if we let her mother sit next to him, replacing one of the fat guys.
MIL is known for talking endlessly about topics of no interest to anyone, usually about people and events in her neighborhood from the 40s and 50s, kind of reminds you of the scene in AIRPLANE when Robert Hays is telling his seatmates his woes and they kill themselves.
Also, I thought we were outsourcing our torture to Morocco nowadays.
DS
this gets better...(also from CBS article)