So I heard on the radio the other day that we have finally caught up with the Jetsons. Apparently, a jet pack has been invented for the masses.
I'm assuming that you will have to sign a legal waiver along the lines of, "I __________, being of sound mind and body, (for the moment) do hereby release __________ from any and all legal responsibility concerning the stupidity that shall herewith commence, as I strap my body to an explosive, highly flammable device, and attempt to break free of the gravitational force which God hath so graciously bestowed upon our planet, although, if the force could be released, ever so slightly, I would not weigh as much as I currently weigh...(wait, that's another agreement.) ...I won't sue if I run out of gas, hit a bird, get a bug in my eye, collide with a jet-liner, or choke on a cloud."
I was telling Shawn about it, and mentioning that, if money were no object...
Don't you love sentences like that?
If money was no object...
If I had all the money in the world...
I would pay off all my bills, fund a cure for cancer and stupidity, and buy my husband a jet pack.
So then we started talking about the beauty of owning this wave of the future.
He could leave for work and get there in 15 minutes, instead of an hour.
He wouldn't need much of a parking space.
It would get great mileage.
Or would it?
Just what is the weight limit on this thing, anyway?
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It's going to be interesting, that's for sure!
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