“ I solved that problem long ago “ bellowed the louder one “ I always put a strip of duct tape on the side….can spot it from a mile away.”
Now I’ll tell you…with a hundred and twenty plus flights under my belt I’m an experienced air traveler so trust this…this was the hairiest landing I’ve ever seen. It being extremely windy and the aircraft…and of course us…experienced incredibly nerve wracking turbulence. Though she’s flown a lot poor Mag is a very nervous flier and so the punks behind us were not helping the anxiety she…and many others were suffering with their input.
“ Oh My God !!…we’re all gonna die !!”
“ This is exactly what happened to that other flight that crashed !” chimed in the other and they both enjoyed the discomfort they caused to both my wife and others. And they continued on through the three touch an go landings we endured before the pilot finally performed a rough though safe landing. Happily we disembarked and headed for the luggage area.
Mag and I wangled a spot right up close the opening in the wall that disgorged the luggage to the awaiting throngs and unfortunately ours was some of the last luggage to come through. What was good however was the third bag that came through sported a very long and distinct strip of duct tape…..and as it passed I calmly reached down and ripped it from its home and balled it up and placed it in my pocket. The man beside us seemed curious but didn’t ask….and I didn’t explain. I was too busy watching that bag go round for the third time before we left.
