Another story to make you smile today:
Airline employee passes aren't necessarily a good thing.
It was one of those trips to WY when it snowed in the middle of friggin summer! We'd gone to bury my fathers. Not a real fun time.
We ALL came down with the flu.
Coming home, we had to drive six hours (pulling over to puke all the way) to Denver to catch a redeye to Chicago's Midway. No sleep at all.
Really stormy weather in Chicago so all the flights were screwed up and grossly over booked.
We're all sitting on top of our luggage (no chairs left) near a bathroom (still puking), waiting to see if we can split up on two flights leaving from the same concourse (listening for our names to be called).
I love to people watch. I notice there is a group of about a half a dozen absolutely GORGEOUS young men wandering around together in the concourse. Oh my God! REAAAALLY GORGEOUS!
As luck would have it (or not), our family didn't get either flight but did end up together on one plane but with seats all over the place.
My husband took the very back by the toilets and engines (how nice of him).
My youngest daughter was with strangers, scared and sick. After we were airborne, I asked the gentleman she was sitting next to if he would mind trading places with me. He politely said no because his wife was sitting just behind him and he wanted to be near her. OK, whatever, its his prerogative right?
About two minutes later, he came back with puke on his shoes and said he'd changed his mind.
Thats not the good part. I really feel badly about that...
