RugbyBuck
Our church has no bells.
This morning I was sitting on the tarmac in ATL on a flight to Chicago when I got an e-mail asking me to call the office. They had just started the "here's how to operate your seat belt" instructions and were about to taxi out, but I called anyway. It turns out that the other side in the case for which I was going to be in court in Chicago called and agreed to settle their case pretty cheaply.
So, I asked the FA if I could get off the plane confident that she would say no b/c of security considerations or something and then I'd have a free day to spend in Chicago. It was going to be Ferris Bueller's Day Off for Rugby. She didn't. Instead, she said that she didn't know and would have to check b/c no one had ever asked that before. She went up to talk the the other FA and everyone around me looked like they wondered if I knew something they didn't and that maybe they should get off too.
At this point I was sure they would say that it was too late to get off, but no. Instead, they wound up opening the cockpit and asking the pilots if it was ok. The pilot said it was, so then I had to get off. I thought about saying that on second thought I had decided to stay, but thought I might wind up with a full body cavity search being done on me by the TSA, so I walked to the front. I had to wait at the front door while they brought the stairs back out to the plane. Right before I got off, I turned to the folks still on the plane and said "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya". I was kind of surprised that no one else got off.
So, I asked the FA if I could get off the plane confident that she would say no b/c of security considerations or something and then I'd have a free day to spend in Chicago. It was going to be Ferris Bueller's Day Off for Rugby. She didn't. Instead, she said that she didn't know and would have to check b/c no one had ever asked that before. She went up to talk the the other FA and everyone around me looked like they wondered if I knew something they didn't and that maybe they should get off too.
At this point I was sure they would say that it was too late to get off, but no. Instead, they wound up opening the cockpit and asking the pilots if it was ok. The pilot said it was, so then I had to get off. I thought about saying that on second thought I had decided to stay, but thought I might wind up with a full body cavity search being done on me by the TSA, so I walked to the front. I had to wait at the front door while they brought the stairs back out to the plane. Right before I got off, I turned to the folks still on the plane and said "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya". I was kind of surprised that no one else got off.
