Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burn. It's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, January

2, 2012. How's it going? How are you? I know. I know. I know. I'm a day late. I understand.

And you know, I appreciate all the emails I got where people genuinely, you know, genuinely,

I can't even say the word. You notice how I couldn't say genuinely and then I tried to play it up.

I was like, you know, did everybody gel in, you know, just sort of muddled through that word.

I can't pronounce that people genuinely showed concern. Where are you, Bill? Did you fall down the stairs?

I had a crazy weekend where I was working up in San Francisco, you know, working new years for the first time in like four years

I go to the Rose Bowl every year on New Year's Day and I'm just like, fuck this. I'm not working.

But how the Rose Bowl works is if the Rose Bowl, if January 1 falls on a Sunday, they bump it to Monday because they don't want to compete with NFL football.

So that opened the door for me to work New Year's. I'm like, well, I don't want to fly too far away. I'll fly fucking, I'll go work in San Francisco.

Sounds like a good deal to me. I'll fly out of Burbank Airport. This little cute mom and pop airport. You show up.

There's like three people there. So I'm old lady gives you a fucking homemade cookie. It's one of those airports, you know, the time for God.

And I was going to fly right up 50 minutes. I was going to land. Me and my girl were going to hang out the night before the night before.

Right. I'm going to walk around the city. Have a good time. Get one of their delicious burritos and I was going to bang out the show next morning. Wake up. Jump on the first one smoking. Come right back to fucking LA and it would have been done. End of story.

So here's what happened to that. We're driving over. Right. I'm like, I'm only going to be gone for less than 24 hours. I'll leave the car at the airport. Everything's going to be fine.

As I'm driving over to the fucking airport. A computer calls me. Not a person. Not a representative. Not somebody with a heart and some sort of life force pumping through, you know, pumping through the body.

A fucking computer calls. I pick up the phone. I'm like, hello. And it's like, hello, William Burr. You have flight has been cancelled.

You are now leaving the same airport 24 hours later. Go fuck yourself. And that was it.

What the fuck and they were trying to make me leave at 6.30 p.m. My fucking shows it. Eight. You know, I can't leave that late. So I call up the cut down there.

Trying to figure out what the fuck's going on. So what do they do? They immediately hear we don't have any more flights on a bear big.

We can stick it down in LAX.

What happened United Airlines because we tried to change our seats and the whole fucking thing was full. Okay. Since when do you cancel a full plane?

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