SkyMall was truly a companion to us all, the car bingo of the skies. Every flight you would invariably find yourself picking up the magazine and flipping through it. You'd laugh as you'd turn the page to the 18" Sasquatch sculpture or the creepy zombie coming up from the ground. Surely no one would buy the strobe light that eliminates the need to put up Christmas lights, right? Sadly, that was probably true, and that is precisely why we are here mourning. SkyMall products weren't what we needed, but they were what we deserved. Today we mourn the loss of a magazine who never asked for anything but a glimpse, and all we gave it in return was a rock to hide under like it offered for our poolside stereo equipment.
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