Chicago to Hong Kong. 15 hour flight.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next inflight movie will be Pirates of the Carribean.”

Six days later. Hong Kong to San Francisco. 12 hour flight.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our originally scheduled movie, Seabiscuit, is not available. Instead we will be showing Pirates of the Carribean.”

One day later. San Francisco to Washington, DC. 6 hour flight.

“Good afternoon. Today’s inflight movie will be Pirates of the Carribean.”

I think I have the script of the movie almost down pat, matey. But next time United Airlines tries to show me that movie, I will have to assert my right to parlay.