I have to admit that I was a tad bit rattled over the thought of flying to North Carolina so before I left, I signed a will and testament. It went something like, "To whom it may concern, I leave all my worldly possessions to..yada yada and then of course, I had personal messages to everyone, including my three dogs. I figured that if I met my untimely demise, someone would read my "will" and know just how prepared I was.
The first part of the flight was the deal maker or breaker. I got a window seat so I was all set to jump out if necessary. My seat mates were a bit strange. The Silent One (the lady sitting next to me) didn't speak at all...even though she sat next to a friendly Texan who introduced hisself immediately. At one point she leaned forward and I just knew she was going to toss her cookies on my shoes but no, I think she was praying.
The plane was up in the air in no time and as I looked for soft landings just in case....I saw crop circles. The moment I saw those two circles next to one another with nothing else in sight, I said, "I declare, there's some aliens around these parts!"
The next stretch was when I just knew I was getting ready to meet my Maker. It was dark by the time I boarded the plane in Houston but I still decided to keep the window open, just in case. All of a sudden, I heard a loud pop and then saw what looked like smoke coming from the wing thingies (those round exhaust pipe looking things). I was praying, "Lord Jesus, I'm going to die right here and now so just let me get to my cellphone so I can call my Boo and my girls and tell them how much I love them..." Then, I looked around, smelled the air...looked around again...no one else was panicking but me. Finally, the "smoke" cleared and I realized that it was clouds that we were flying through. Glad I didn't go running down the aisles yelling for everyone to get ready to find the parachutes.
The plane landed without any mishaps. I envisioned the wheels falling off or the plane going off the landing strip and into the black hole but that didn't happen. I walked to the door where the pilot sat in the cockpit and I yelled to him, "Thank you Mr. Pilot, you did good!" I'm sure he thought I was a nutcase but if I didn't have other people lined up behind me, I probably would've kissed the ground, sang a few choruses of "How Great Thou Art" and then danced.
To let you know that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, my twin sis told me the same story of her plane's fuselage glowing orange and smoking. She also thought that this was "it".
By the way, I was too busy checking out the people around me for suspicious behaviors that I didn't do the scavenger hunt on any of the flights. I'll save that for the next trip.
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