Bon bini to Aruba, interlings!
Hello, hello, hello! I made it! I’ve got great internet access here at our hotel, so I feel like I’m connected to the real world. Because, trust me, Aruba is not the real world.
Does the “real world” have high of 88 degrees day with a light breeze? No.
Does the “real world” have the clearest ocean water I’ve ever seen? No.
Does the “real world” have cute guys smiling at me in the hotel lobby? NO. IT DOES NOT. EVER.
In other words, I’m having a fantastic time already. Our flight were good and DO I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU! (The following story should not come as a surprise to those of you who know me in real life.)
So, because I’m the only single one in our family going, I had to sit apart from the rest of the group on our flight from the US here. I was fine with that, especially since I had both my iPod and trusted lappy with me.
On a side note: I now RULE at Spider Solitaire. I dare you to challenge me to a duel. In fact, I double dog dare you.
Anyway, the flight attendant comes by with mini-pretzels and my requested Sprite. As I’m opening the can of Sprite, I somehow lose control of it and dump it in the lap of the man sitting next to me! The can was in an… um… how do I say this? The can was in a very unique place, so I couldn’t just reach down and grab it back. By the time the man got a hold of the can, half of the contents were spread over his khaki pants.
And, um, we didn’t speak much for the rest of the flight. Other than me repeatedly saying “I am so, so sorry!” and then “I wish I had of spilled it on my lappy instead!” And then me having to later clarify by saying “When I said “my lappy” I meant my laptop, not my actual lap. BUT I WOULD GLADLY SPILL IT ON MY OWN LAP IF THAT WOULD FIX THINGS.”
At least Imaginary Boyfriend wasn’t there. I would have been so embarrassed for him to finally know how clumsy I am. I’ve managed to hide it from him so far.
awwwww poor you!! That man, well he should have been more humerous about the whole thing and laughed it off. that would have been the polite thing of him to do!
Crack me up.
Now I want to go to Aruba. HAVE FUN & no working…(too much)!
Oh! My! I’m so sorry for your trouble! Seriously, people need to lighten up on those flights and realize that SOMETIMES, people just get soft drinks dumped in their laps. Seriously.
Ouch. I agree with Cassidy. He should’ve laughed it off and told you that it wasn’t a big deal.
At least it was Sprite and not tomato juice.
He was probably wishing he’d gone with wearing black pants that day. Oh, well. It happens. I once got a cup full of Coke dumped on my lap at Texas Roadhouse. I think the waitress was mortified more than I was.
That is a hootinanny
You call your laptop “lappy” too?!
…and here I thought I was the only one.
Don’t worry about that guy. It wasn’t the end of the world for him. You actually did him a favor because you just gave him a good story to tell to his family.
The real question…Was he cute? Did you get his number?
AB, I think your one and only error in that scenario was that you didn’t tell him he had just become blog fodder. That would have REALLY made his day.
Hope you’re having an awesome time, islander.
Oh my gosh, I am laughing my head off! Thank you for keeping us entertained even while you’re on vacation!
Does no one sing anymore?
Aruba…Bahama…come on, pretty mama….
Oh girl. Such a blogable (word?) moment!
And thanks for the comment! You just made my day!
hahahaha…