It was a full moon in Fort Lauderdale around 4pm!
Ok. It was an isolated showing but no less shocking! The flight was uneventful, thank goodness! Watched “The Good Doctor” series with subtitles, ate a snack, drank some ginger ale. Boring, in a good way though!
The excitement came as we exited the plane. Unbeknownst to me, hubby had his thands full and was unable to grab his pants (sans belt). Yep, he dropped trou, unintentionally, I’m fairly certain. Oddly enough, he was way to chill about the one man show he was putting on for the stewards waiting near the exit. Our plane dismount included my burdened husband followed by me, scurrying behind him while holding up his britches.
Regarding the other peeps, where did y’all leave YOUR sense of humor!
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