Yet before I forget, I wanted to share a conversation that occured as we took our seats on the plane several hours ago:
Flight Attendant: You two are sitting in an EXIT ROW. Please review the card carefully so you know what to do in case of an emergency. WE WILL ALL BE COUNTING ON YOU. Our lives are in your hands.
Marianne (frantically reviewing the laminated card): If we crash, promise me you'll help me open the door, right, Joe?
Joe (still not looking up from his Fantasy Football magazine): Yes. Whatever. I'll get the door.
Marianne (not feeling assured): They really should let the exit row people practice opening the door before the flight. It only makes sense. The flight attendant said that they'll all be counting on us. That's a lot of pressure. Especially without the proper training.
Joe: (still not looking up, sarcastically): Sure...that makes GADS of sense. Have a bunch of Joe Blow idiots opening and shutting the emergency exit doors before take-off. I'd feel real good about the safety of the cabin pressure then. Some moron shouts 'Let's go!' and half the passengers are sucked out while the guy is blubbering...'But I thought I heard it click!"
Joe: Did you bring gum?
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