Back in 2000 I was flying with my girlfriend from Chicago, where we lived together, to NY to go to her sister's wedding at their parents' home on Long Island. Well the airline told me my carry-on bag was too big so they made me check it. Then they proceeded to lose it. The big problem was that I was going to propose to my girlfriend on this trip...and the engagement ring was in that bag that the airline lost!!!
So while I am freaking out about the lost ring I also have to borrow clothes from her dad and her brother for the weekend. Then I accidentally set her parents back yard on fire and burnt the home-made alter to the ground that her sister was going to use for the wedding. I also flushed a toilet that was broken and it backed up their septic system which proceeded to flood their back yard...which is where the wedding was being held the next day. Oh yeah, I also lost their family cat...then tried to replace it with another similar cat I found at the shelter which proceeded to tear up their house and ruin my future sister-in-law's wedding dress. As if that wasn't enough, later that day I got a little too competitive during a game of pool volley ball and wound up breaking my future sister-in-law's nose. Finally though the airline found my bag and delivered it to the house. But noooooo...it turned out to be the wrong bag which just happened to be filled with sex toys and my future father-in-law was the first one to open it.
So they kicked me out of their home.
So I start to board the return flight to Chicago...by myself...and my carry-on bag won't fit in the over head storage. But I keep trying to stuff it in there. So then some stuck up airline stewardess with sticks in her hair starts giving me hard time and says I will have to check the bag. NO WAY! They lost my bag once...I'll be damned if they are going to lose it again. So I get in a fight with that ***** of a stewardess and they wind up kicking me off the plane. Then I get interrogated by the authorities and eventually they release me. But only after my future FIL bails me out of the situation.
Story ends well though. My girlfriend eventually said yes and we have been happily married ever since.
Next time I'll tell you about the trip my fiancé and I took to my parent's house in Florida. It was even worse.
So while I am freaking out about the lost ring I also have to borrow clothes from her dad and her brother for the weekend. Then I accidentally set her parents back yard on fire and burnt the home-made alter to the ground that her sister was going to use for the wedding. I also flushed a toilet that was broken and it backed up their septic system which proceeded to flood their back yard...which is where the wedding was being held the next day. Oh yeah, I also lost their family cat...then tried to replace it with another similar cat I found at the shelter which proceeded to tear up their house and ruin my future sister-in-law's wedding dress. As if that wasn't enough, later that day I got a little too competitive during a game of pool volley ball and wound up breaking my future sister-in-law's nose. Finally though the airline found my bag and delivered it to the house. But noooooo...it turned out to be the wrong bag which just happened to be filled with sex toys and my future father-in-law was the first one to open it.
So they kicked me out of their home.
So I start to board the return flight to Chicago...by myself...and my carry-on bag won't fit in the over head storage. But I keep trying to stuff it in there. So then some stuck up airline stewardess with sticks in her hair starts giving me hard time and says I will have to check the bag. NO WAY! They lost my bag once...I'll be damned if they are going to lose it again. So I get in a fight with that ***** of a stewardess and they wind up kicking me off the plane. Then I get interrogated by the authorities and eventually they release me. But only after my future FIL bails me out of the situation.
Story ends well though. My girlfriend eventually said yes and we have been happily married ever since.
Next time I'll tell you about the trip my fiancé and I took to my parent's house in Florida. It was even worse.