ooooorrrrrr, we could make up an excuse for Nebo. Hmmmm

I know

There was a line at McDonalds.
Join the fun, make up more excuses for Nebo not being where he's supposed to be.
Irritating his wife, possibly causing his own death....
Nebo knows the McDonald's isn't close... Heck, Smidgy told him. But where
is the darn thing? Feels like I've walked for
hours.
"Excuse, me? Is the McDonalds still up ahead? Or did I pass it already."
"No, sir. It's still up ahead a fair bit. Say 100 yards or so?"
Nebo continues to trudge along. Eventually, he arrives. It took longer then he thought, though. Better order quickly and eat it on the way back. Hope Diane isn't getting worried.
Nebo gets his McMuffin and starts the long trudge back to the gate.
After what feels like hours, Nebo sees Diane standing in line at the gate.
"Sorry I'm late, the McDonalds was farther then I thought."
No reply.
Hmmmm... She must be sore 'cause I took so long. Ah well, soon we'll be in WDW and she'll come around.
After boarding and storing the carrions, the flight attendants recite their spiel, the plane pushes back, taxies to the runway, and... I can't resist...
"Aaaaaand... we're off!"
I hear a strange female voice coming from beside me, "Excuse me?"
I nearly jump out of my seat! (This must be why you have to wear a seatbelt... Now explain to me why the airlines feel the need to explain how they work!?!? Who doesn't know how to use a seatbelt?)
So I hear this strangers voice. I look over...
That's not Smidgy!
Where's Smidgy?
She's missed the plane!!!!!
"Oh, no! My wife's missed the plane! How's she going to get to Orlando?"
Thankfully, the strange lady whom I'd mistaken for Smidgy had an excellent reply.
"I don't know, sir... but how are
you going to get to Orlando? This flight's going to Seattle."
Did you know that if you start yelling and screaming and throwing carrions around that they'll turn around and land?
A few minutes later we landed back at Chicago, and after they released the restraints, I bolted off the plane and quickly made my way back to the real Smidgy.
Just in time to get on another plane.
Hopefully this one's going to Orlando.
well, we spent almost the whole day at the emergency room. nebo fell down the stairs. he was lying in a heap at the bottm of the stairs. this time I REALLy thought he was dead. cause his back and rear end were sticking up, but I couldn't see his head at the end of his neck...
HOLY S**T!!!!!
Man! That's terrible! Ruby has an aunt who came home to discover her husband at the bottom of the stairs. He was not well and may have passed before he went down... but...
Stairs are dangerous.
Really sorry to hear about your fall Steve. Hope you start feeling better and your wrist mends okay.
Oh wow, how scary indeed! Glad it's nothing more than a broken wrist, but that is VERY BAD for TR writer. Wonder if he can type one handed?
welll.....
considering past posts.... I'm pretty sure he types with one hand behind his back already.
I need votes. Did she box his ears or swallow hard and shepherd him onto the plane w/o drama?
I'm going with "swallow hard and shepherd".
She married the guy
twice for Pete's sakes! She's obviously got the patience of Job. And a high threshold for pain.
Oh, heck with it... here ya go Smidgy.
