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Leaving on a jet plane...Just kidding

Well, the Girlfriend is off on vacation. (sigh) We're still at the stage in the relationship where I will miss her. My friends that are either married or in LTR's tell me this will fade. She flew out yesterday for the first leg of her vacation. Unfortunately, it was not as smooth as she would have liked.

She flew a crack airline that shall remain nameless since I hate being sued. She was supposed to leave a bit before 1pm and arrive a bit after 2. She didn't. She was chronically delayed and arrived after 5. This sucked because it was of course her first leg of her trip. She was then driving for 12 hours. She arrived at her destination safely around 5 am. When she called, I was asleep, so 5 am is an approximate time.

Her situation with this airline reminds me of a funny story with my Ex. Ex was flying back home to Florida after our freshman year of college. My parents and I drove her to the airport. These were the times before we worried about terrorists, so we were able to walk her to the gate.

We get to the counter by the gate and see the flight is delayed, but the plane is actually at the gate. There is a very worried family looking for a passenger that, according to the flight manifest, got on the plane but didn't get off. The flight attended comes off the plane and talks to the family of the lost passenger. "He doesn't appear to be in his seat, there is just a wet spot there." WHAT??? Was he vaporized?


They ended up finding him, the poor old man, locked in the loo.

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