Distraught from the whole experience, I swallowed a whole bottle of pills...

only, they were Smarties instead, and i ran around the terminal, like a person possesed, by well......sugar

Then I suddenly stopped in my tracks when I realized who the homeless person had been ... it was James Goodwin; UA had finally come to its senses and put him back where they found him.

They put him on NW.

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MRKEY

But the Northwest plane ended up stuck on the tarmac, with a blizzard bearing down on the airport. As it was a short flight, they only had pretzels aboard, which Mr. Goodwin had brought along with him (in fact, several cases) so all the passengers could enjoy them.

This northwest passanger with the nickname of DOC took pity on Jim Goodwin and offered him a place to sleep for the night.

This expansive place to rest his head looked suspiciously like a cargo hold.

The cargo hold seating arrangement had been schemed up by the airline execs in an effort to one up their competition who kept removing seats to make more room; there was now an ever expansive amount of room, but no cushy seats that double as flotation devices in the unlikely event of a survivable water landing.


(I think that's just one sentence; sorry I don't know any of the folks to take personal shots or jokes, but I like this)

Meanwhile, back at the Hotel OMNI, Catman was showing pictures of Yaz & Eddie to the ladies at the front desk...

Yet while they gazed at these fine photos they appeared to be just a bit distracted, perhaps by CATMAN himself, and his manifestly gracious and giving manner...

Then airport security found Jim Goodwin riding on a baggage belt (half frozen) looking for the good doctor who had so graciously given him a new seat assignent

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MRKEY

Meanwhile, back at the OMNI, Catman's best buddy wanderlust showed up and the dudes planned a fun evening with their newly found lady friends! http://www.flyertalk.com/forum/smile.gif

Unfortunately after closer inspection, the ladies ended up being inflatable sheep named Dolly.

Even closer inspection revealed several hundred tiny little pin-pricks.

"Oh no ewe don't," cried Catcop, "no jokes about dimpled chads - or that other kind, either!"

[This message has been edited by Counsellor (edited 12-20-2000).]