I arrived home at 4am this morning after one very long day. The day started out innocent enough. I was in Foxboro, MA attending a training class for work. Friday was the last day of class. We finished at 10:30 a.m. I was on the road headed for Providence, RI to catch a flight home. I dropped of my rental car and was in the airport by Noon, hoping to catch an earlier flight home. That is where things went south.
I found out that flights were being canceled and that there were no earlier flights out. I was doomed to sit in the airport until 5:30 p.m. when my flight would leave. Around 4 p.m. I was told that the plane was still stuck in Chicago and that the airport there was closed because of bad weather.
A little while later word came that the plane was in the air and would arrive at 7:30 p.m. We would board and get out of Providence quickly after that. I could never be that lucky! Pretty soon the word came that our flight out would be delayed until 9:55 p.m. Not to worry, my flight out of Chicago was delayed as well and I would have no problem getting my connection to Salt Lake City.
Well, the flight time was still pretty fluid at that point and kept bouncing around so the pilot boarded us at 8:45 p.m., hoping to catch a break and get out earlier. As luck would have it we were able to get off the ground around 9:30 p.m.
Now to back track a moment. While all of this drama was going on, there was a rather obnoxious passenger hanging out at the Mexican Food joint/bar in the terminal. As the flight got more delayed, he would drink more beer and eat more food. I guess the poor idiot doesn't know when to quit and the moron bar tender didn't know when to cut the idiot off.
The idiot got onto the plane, drunk, weaving, slurring, and cussing. Unfortunately for me, he was in the row ahead and to the left of me. After we got off the ground I think his world came crashing down upon him. At one point I looked up and the idiot was puking into one of those little bags that they have in the seat pocket in front of you on a plane and looking for another one. He had puked all over himself. He spent much of the rest of the flight trying to clean his pants and hold down whatever was left in his stomach.
I am not sure if he will remember the night or not, but I am pretty sure the rest of the passengers on the plane will never forget that flight. I hope he remembers the flight though and how stupid he looked with puke all over himself. If nothing else, I have a great example to use when I teach about the Word of Wisdom.
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