They Never Got to Five...

Let me tell you about our exciting adventures on the plane ride here to Nicaragua. Liz and Lod fearlessly elected to sit in the exit rows (for the sole purpose of it being our solemn duty to aid those of lesser intelligence, and having nothing to do with the extra leg room, of course) on the second part of their flight. Having settled in to this very serious duty with all due solemnity, we proceeded to educate ourselves on how we must proceed should anything disastrous happen, by meditating deeply on the force, and also by reading the instructions in the pockets in front of us.

Liz and Lod noticed that while the front and back emergency exits had emergency slides as well, their own emergency exit merely opened up onto the wing where you could step down. However, filled as they were with all equitable earnestness, when the time came, they knew what had to be done. Much as one expects one will never actually crash in an airplane, I must inform you that the pleasure was bestowed upon us. But the situation could be salvaged, and you would have been proud of how calm and collected we were. We pushed open the door at the appropriate time, and as we found ourselves in a body of water, we bravely inflated the the raft, attached it to the plane, and beckoned everyone aboard. All was well. We breathed a collective sigh of relief as we floated away to safety. But as the plane began to sink, it began to take us with it. Lod turned confusedly to Liz. "We followed the instructions all the way through four," said she. "I don't remember a five." And now, as I write to you from beyond the grave, I would like to inform you that there was indeed a five, albeit somewhat hidden. It showed the person detaching the rope from the plane.

That's how it could have happened...but how about this?

Liz and Lod noticed that while the front and back emergency exits had emergency slides as well, their own emergency exit merely opened up onto the wing where you could step down. This was entirely unacceptable. Therefore, when the plane crashed somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico, Liz and Lod, shirking all equitable earnestness, ran to the back yelling, "I wanna go down the slide!!!!!!!"

But here's what really happened.

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"Well that was a good and uneventful flight," said Little Lod. "I got to see all of Keanu Reeve's facial expression, and the cheeseburger was really good."

The end.

Then we were met by Uncle (Tio) Gerard (Gerard) y asentado en el apartamento por la noche, apres un diner fantastique a El Eskimo.

Did ew know...?

There is nothing wrong with mixing the romance languages together.

Thank you for choosing Lod's Little Tidbits, and have a nice day.