(originally posted on June 18, 2012)
A true story by Lori DiNardi
The plane sat on the tarmac for two hours waiting for a thunderstorm to let up.
“Excuse me … Miss,” the guy in the seat next to me called for the flight attendant. Why was a man well over six feet tall seated in the middle? He held a cup and reached out his lanky arm. “I changed my mind. I don’t want water. Get me some diet soda.”
The attendant took his cup and said, “Sir, we have to remove all drinks. We’re getting ready to take off. Please put up your tray.”
What? We’re taking off? But the storm is still raging.
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