I was sitting in bumper to bumper traffic the other day when I had an epiphany. I realized I was wasting my life away while sitting in this large metal, vibrating hunk of deathtrap we call a car. So as I pulled onto the shoulder of the freeway to speed past everyone (including the accident), I thought "This wouldn't be a problem if I had a jetpack!" And that pisses me off. I don't have a jetpack. Way to drop the future ball on that one, old people scientists, another scratch on the "letdown scoreboard" for you.
We have pills that make you lose weight, a robot VCR that records television for you, cleanser that uses Oxygen to remove stains--HOW COME WE HAVE NO PACKS THAT JET!????And I'm talking about a REAL jetpack, not that lame one the guy uses to fly into football games and air shows. That guy looks stupid, and like he's almost about to blow up. I want one the size of a normal backpack, that I don't need a helmet to steer with. It should operate like a Segway, but in the air. Is that too much to ask? And guys, think of all the chicks you would get if you flew overhead with a jetpack. Answer: tons. And guess what, you make it so the jetpack doesn't run on gasoline, and then there's no more relying on foreign oil. Problem solved. Heck, I don't care if the jetpack runs on crushed dreams or baby dolphin meat-- I want to get airbourne now!





