Linda called and said get your self over here to blogger heaven.
Little did she know that to do so meant enduring a numb bum from the fifteen hours of sitting in a plane seat in cattle class that progressively got harder the longer I sat there.
There’s one thing that I do like about plane travel and that is the climb as you take off that feeling of the engine thrusting you back into your seat.
On this particular day I was pleased to be on my way as I’d had a hair cut the previous day, wanting to look my best for Linda, she was a bit choosy about how her men looked, and now sporting my favourite number one cut knew I didn’t need to pack my comb.
It was a peaceful flight until the man in the grey suit said with aplomb that he had a bomb in his bag. I went numb all over, I was struck dumb, I sat there my life flashing before my eyes all sense of living suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
It was then I wished had my gold comb, the one with the super powers to overcome plane hijackers and defuse bombs but this I would have to accomplish with a new word with ‘mb’ in it…..I sat and thought what word could I use that would set everything straight…..of course I realised and set about to climb from my seat as he……….