We had dinner with old friends from Calgary
last night and I was told this story.
They flew with their three kids from
Calgary to Toronto, and from Toronto to Ottawa, which was where they were
staying for the first week of their vacation.
They changed planes in Toronto and
continued flying.
Mom hadn’t really talked to Dad for two
days with all the rushing around, and now they were almost there. She leaned
back and put her hand on his leg in the seat behind her and rubbed his leg.
She realized that she was feeling his pants
leg and that Dad was wearing shorts. Needless to say, he had moved over a seat,
next to their son, because on this new flight a different man was sitting in
that seat.
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