Upon returning home from the Boston Run Show, where I had been a presenter, I was upgraded to First Class for my flight back to New York.
At least five people were in line for the restroom as the doors closed. This led us to sit at the gate, waiting for everyone to finish their business. As the door shut, another passenger would get up and go to the toilet.
Finally, the flight attendant made the announcement:
“We would like to get going to New York. Please wait until we are in the air before using the restroom.”
I looked at the flight attendant from seat 2D and started to laugh. He laughed, too. We just shook our heads.
The guy next to me was watching a basketball game on his mobile device. He kept yelling out, “Oh Sh-t!” or “YEAH WAY TO GO” back to “NOOOOO” back to “YEAH!” When he said his final “yeah,” he slammed his hand down on the arm rest between us.
The guy sitting on the opposite side of him looked at him. I looked at the guy and shook my head. He didn’t want to make eye contact with me, probably in fear that he would break out laughing.
The Rest of the Flight
The rest of the flight was uneventful. We had some turbulence, but nothing bad.
After we landed in New York, the flight attendant opened the door. The security on the other end said, “where are you flying from?”
The flight attendant looked bewildered. He couldn’t answer. That’s when I shouted out, “Boston.”
“Oh, yeah,” the flight attendant said, “we’re coming in from Boston.”
As I existed the plane, I told him to get a good night’s rest and winked at him. He laughed.
