Sooo...after leaving the happy-ass sistah back at the check-in counter, we proceed half-hastily to our gate. Remember, we've got 'Blind Boy D' [Dwayne penned a song by that name...lol] and baby Miles in tow. We're strolling and suddenly hear "Temple and Jackson parties, please report to your gate, the plane is waiting." I thought, WOW!! they're waiting on us! WOW!! The lady who greeted us was another not-so-happy camper and she did't hide it. We board, flight attendants were courteous, taking proper attention to Dwayne and Miles, as they should, and we're finally seated...ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK!!! okay???? LOL...LOL...LOL.
We're headed to San Francisco in the booth, in the back, in the corner, in the dark. We're so damn sleepy we don't even talk to each other. We just find a comfortable way to get in a few zzzz's without waking up with crooks in our necks! That didn't take long and we slept right thru the first round of beverages. Whoa! Hold on! De plane is doing some sorta up and down thing that WAS NOT IN THE MEMO...okay? It kept doing this thing for a minute...no...for a lotta minutes. Dwayne and I held hands and prayed aloud! What in the hell was really going on? No more sleeping for us. That's it!
We were able to get in on the second round of beverages which did not include any alcohol...or at least I didn't scope any out on the cart. We gulped our orange juice because no sooner than the one cutie offers you a drink, the next one is right behind her to pick the damn thing up! To hear the captain inform us that we were preparing for landing was music to our ears. Praise God! That up and down thing just comes with the territory, huh?
We are the last to deboard and prepare for the three hour wait in the SF airport. Safe and sound. Amen.
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