One Evening Aboard the Wrong Plane

Great read. Funny and yet sad at the same time

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For much of the flight, the gentleman in 13A noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He smiled at the stewardess. He enjoyed a beverage. He made use of a pillow. The normal hum of cabin noise helped him along quite nicely. In fact, he’d always found the normal hum of the cabin to be rather comforting.

Then something went BANG! and the normal, comforting hum of the cabin erupted into something else entirely. The overall chord, if it can be called that, began to rise steadily in pitch, and became a bit, well, discordant, if you will.

This combined with the fact that the gentleman’s stomach felt as if it were falling out of the sky (which in fact was precisely what was happening) led him towards a state of some mild apprehension as he woke.

“Oh dear,” he said, blinking his eyes, and coming out from under his blanket…

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