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Observation o’ the Day

You’ve boarded your plane, you’ve found your seat, and you’re waiting for everyone else to board. Awesome.

You look out the window, down at all the utility vehicles drivin’ around the plane, and that’s where things get weird:

These trucks aren’t just modified Fords and Chevys: They’re weird, squished, alternate-universe permutations of normal road vehicles. Ain’t nobody at an airport driving anything approximating a “car” or a “truck”: These are vehicles that look like they should be drivin’ around the town of Stumpyville. Like they should be driven by Gimli, son of Gloin.

The dwarves fled the fires of Smaug, my friends, and are now baggage handlers.