ok...i'm in.
coming home from costa rica...had a layover in newark. It was Survivor season and i was involved in a game of Fantasy Survivor with some folks at work. I needed to make my picks for the week. We grab a seat at a bar, i call my best buddy and she reads me the questions so i can make my choices. Hubby is sucking down his beer patiently.
that done, we head to the gate only to find that the plane had boarded and gate closed. Man was i livid.
they offered us a flight the next day, but there was no way i was spending the night in newark, when i knew i had a real doobie waiting for me in my car at the airport....and beleive me....that costa rican weed sucked. so we had to take a nail biting bumper to bumper shuttle into NYC and grab a next plane out of jfk back to Portland. Just made it to JFK in the nick of time to catch that flight too. That was not a cheap game of fantasy survivor.
ohh the people at work got quite a chuckle out of that one.