Keys
I know it’s been six weeks, but I wanted to recount this little situation I overheard near the end of my Portland trip.
Everybody had boarded the airplane and we were waiting for all the final preparations to be taken care of, so that we could close the doors and push back from the terminal. Then a guy in the row ahead of me got out his cellphone and called his buddy:
Hey. How’s it going?
So, I have your keys.
Yeah, sorry about that…
I could barely keep from laughing out loud. How perfect.