Sunday, September 30, 2007


This past weekend I flew to Chicago for a conference at Willow Creek Community Church. It was a great time, and I learned a lot. More on that later.

One of the more interesting parts of the trip was my flight up there. We flew Southwest, which I really enjoy for the most part. The only problem I have is when you're in the last group to board, you always get stuck with cruddy seats. All of the good ones are taken first, and I got to choose from the leftovers.

As luck would have it, I had to sit between two rather large men. Apparently, these men liked to drink. They also liked to talk, which made for some very interesting conversations. As we were taxing down the runway, one leaned over me toward the other one and said, "Hey, Bob. You're gonna die!" They laughed a little, and then the first guy remembered that I was sitting there. He turned to me and said, "You're not scared of flying, are ya?" I replied that I was not, much to his relief. He then turned to me and imparted some of the deep wisdom that he had picked up along the way. "You know, you really don't have anything to worry about until you see dirt coming in the front of the plane!"



Jenny said...

Can't wait to hear your dad's (the pilot) comment on this one! :)

Emily said...

Thank you for flying Southwest Airlines!