It’s black; it’s cold, I’m falling. I am completely weightless caught between real life and an abyss. Suddenly I stop, I am no longer falling. I look around and can’t believe what I am seeing. I am back in the airport. I still have my Home Simpson boxer shorts on, I still have my wallet and most importantly I still have my pants.
Over the airport loud speaker I hear my flight being called. They are now beginning their pre-boarding of my flight to. Walking towards the back of the plane I am looking the window seat on Row 23. I find it, place my carry-on in the overheard compartment and settle in for my long flight.
We take-off without a problem. I recline back in my seat and start to watch the in-flight movie. The flight attendants are serving our drinks, and peanuts as I hear…. Everyone stay in yours seats, this flight has been hijacked.