Late in the afternoon, Ambot receives a phone call from the upline. In order to return home, the arrogant sack of shit Platinum will fly into an airport that is around a 45-minute drive from our house - provided that the weather and traffic are cooperative. All members of his downline are being asked to arrive at the airport in time to greet him when he arrives.
Ambot is pumped and ready to go. To support the cult leader, he must travel to the airport and greet him as he walks through the airport door.
I advise him to remain at home, where he will be safe. It's snowing, and there's a police advice in effect, instructing residents not to venture out onto the streets unless absolutely necessary. Ambot is determined to get to the airport, even if it means driving slowly in the snow and paying the exorbitant parking cost. And that's without taking into consideration the fact that he spent 3 or 4 hours on this workout when he could have been doing something more constructive. Risking your life while driving in the snow is completely irresponsible, especially when the snowplows aren't doing a good job keeping the roads clear.
To ensure that Ambot does not travel alone, I am foolish enough to get into my automobile. By the way, that's my car. We had a nerve-wracking trip to the airport, but we arrived safely.
yet another stumbling block IBO, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. He was driving to the airport when he was involved in an accident and ended up in the hospital instead.
What are the dangers that these Ambots are willing to take with their life in order to demonstrate their allegiance to their cult leaders?
Frightening.
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