They just announced the flight is 100% full, so no exit row or bulkhead upgrade for me.
Oh well, that’s why chiropractors exist.
Now all the other passengers in the waiting area keep giving me nervous looks like, “Please God don’t let Hagrid be sitting next to me.”
I’m a simple man. All I need are my friends and family and a warm roof over my head. And time travel. And the ability to fly.
Danger Monkey, age 7, jumps from his bed, squawking and flailing his arms. He crumples into a snickering pile on the floor.
Me: “Are you OK?”
DM: “I’m a baby bird, just learning to fly.”
Little does he know… He really is. (Sniff)