So every morning and every evening me and 7 other dudes load up on these electric golf carts with 4-person trailers to make the long ride into the bowels of the airport. It is ridiculous. They go about half the speed of other traffic (so the catering trucks and blue toilet water suckers are always passing us and giving us the bird as they go by), and since we only have two of them, we have to wait until they are full, so we wind up waiting around a bunch of the time because there always seems to be one or two people straggling behind. (I think this was some sort of cost savings initiative- or maybe just an evil plan to further humiliate me in life, not sure)
Anyway, yesterday, we ran out of juice about half-way out there. We pushed it off to the side and waited for FEMA to rescue us. We were stranded.
The AAA car club sent out a gas-powered all terain macho transport that the cool people get to drive. We used a safety harness as a tow rope. He towed our gay-train into work at a speed never experienced. Internal combustion kicks ass, I don’t care what you hippies say.