Okay, so Granny caught a flight from ATL to SAT. I saw her on the plane about 5 rows up from me and Mohawk Baby. She was a cute granny. Well, until I mowed her down in the breezeway at gate A13. I drank a whole Diet Coke while in the air and then hitting some “turbulence” didn’t help my bladder. And I was excited about seeing my Husband. All I hear is “Marshall, they’re running me over! I told your cheap ass to buy First Class tickets, but NO! You didn’t!”
I quietly laugh while I was half-ass running up the terminal to hug my Husband. I hope Granny’s return flight was upgraded. Or I’ll be mowing her down again on the return flight to Atlanta.
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