Best Trip Ever
So my Dad's a big rockstar and got flown to Oslo last week for just one day:
Me: How was your trip?
He: Getting there was fine, got everything done that I needed to while I was there, but the trip back was the best business trip I have ever taken.
Me: Why?
He: The plane was hours late, it was packed full, the cabin was overheated, and weather made the turbulence almost constant.
Me: ...? So that was sarcasm, then?
He: No, it was the best trip ever. You see, me and one other gentleman were stuck in the middle of a big block of seats that had been reserved by one group.
Me: That doesn't sound like a good thing.
He: It was a group of Norwegian cheerleaders. 43 Norwegian cheerleaders to be exact.
Me: Aaaaaaah
He: I found myself looking heavenward saying "Lord, I know you don't hear from me very often, but I'd just like to say - thank you."
I can totally hear our father saying that.
Posted by: bronxelf | February 18, 2008 at 07:53 PM
I believe that's the same comment the Lord got when your dad got to see the young lady's tattoo in Vermont!
Posted by: Chana | February 18, 2008 at 10:42 PM
Ooooooooh go dad!
Posted by: Adri | February 18, 2008 at 10:43 PM
ROFL! Brilliant.
Posted by: Teece | February 21, 2008 at 01:00 PM