I'm on a plane coming back from Colorado. I'm not sure what I was doing in Colorado, but most of the people I know were there with me. It's a small, 50-seater plane. Suddenly, we take a deep nose dive like I've never felt before, and people start to panic. The plane starts spinning around in circles, but not that quickly. I am scared, but I'm not freaking out. I'm keeping my cool.
As it turns out, President Obama is piloting the plane, and he's able to safely land on a quiet road in the middle of nowhere in Colorado. As people try to grab their luggage out of the plane, I look for my blogger friend Carmi. I'm sure he was on the plane but I can't find him anywhere. Then someone reminds me that Carmi is from Canada and he wouldn't be on a plane going to New York.
Then, I'm stuck in Colorado for days while my sister and I try to book a flight, only to find they're all full. And for some reason, my parents are also in Colorado but they have no plans to leave. And we can't rent a car because I don't have enough driving experience. Or money. Or something. And I get very nervous not of flying again, but of the prospect of never ever getting to leave Colorado.
Yeah, I don't know either.
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I think I would prefer Carmi on the plane instead of Obama. I men, I like the Prez, but Carmi seems kinda handy, you know?
So I gotta know....was I there?
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