When we got to Chicago and all but 24 of us got off, I got my bag out of the overhead compartment and moved to a seat a few rows from the front. What luck! I'll be able to pick out a primo spot. And on Southwest...Unheard of!
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As I was putting the bag into the overhead compartment above my new seat, one of the stewards said, "Don't bother stowing your bag." She had a whiff of a smile on her face.
"Why?" I asked. She told me she was not allowed to say, and turned her attention to doing something steward-y.
Oh my gosh! We are going to be the only ones aboard this plane. Some kind of screw-up happened, and nobody else is getting on. Only a couple of dozen people on this big ol' plane. I don't have to cram my bag into some compartment because we are going to have lots and lots of room to spread out...
I thought about the special fun we'd have on this special flight. Since it was Southwest, there'd be joking and cavorting, for sure. And I looked up at the ceiling and thought, Disco ball!
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I was sure there was a special "attic-type" door in the ceiling of the plane, and down would drop a disco ball. And then the real festivities would begin...
But then the steward got on the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen: We are part of a plane swap. You'll have to exit the plane, but..." She explained we were going to be allowed to board first on our new plane but get off, we must.
I think I'm going to crawl back into my fantasy and continue the dream...