Lost in Translation, Miami Style

I’m sitting in the American Airlines Admiral’s Club at Miami Airport.

En route to Bermuda for the PGA Grand Slam of Golf.

The date is October 17. Autumn has barely begun. It’s snowing to beat the band in New York. Here in Miami, it’s 92 degrees.

In the AC, there’s a room called “The Bose Room”, where the chairs are wired for satellite radio. Each console has a variety of stations.

I’m guessing the guy who programmed the abbreviations into the consoles is either extraordinarily dumb, an extraordinary smartass, or, as is the case with a very high percentage of Miami residents, English is not his 1st language.

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