Word has it the world comes to an end at the end of the week. Friday to be exact. I don't know what time. Coming to terms with this fact just made me realize that I have apparently unknowingly, or maybe subconsciously, arranged to be in flight on that day. This doesn't protect me from all possible end of world scenarios, but it could at least prolong my life a couple hours if not spare me outright.
If When something happens here on earth on Friday I have arranged to be 30,000 feet above, looking down on all you sorry suckers.
If an asteroid hits, or there is global thermo-nuclear war, or the volcano under Yosemite blows, it won't matter where I am. In the more likely scenario of a zombie apocalypse it also probably won't matter. But there's always a chance, and every little bit helps.
I was also well prepared back in May when there was another scheduled complete extermination of the earth. Then too I was 30,000 feet up in the air. My subconscious is apparently very good at prepping for these catastrophic events!
See you in the post-apocalyptic world. Oh wait, no I won't, cause you will all be long gone. Enjoy your last couple days!
In the unlikely event that none of this comes to pass, Happy Holidays!