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Day 1 "The Plane"
Day one was spent getting to and being on the plane. It all started out honky dorry. I slept really late (or early) the night before (or that morning) and got up at the ass crack of dawn to catch the plane. A thousand apologies and thank you's go out to my cousin who was kind enough to ALSO wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to take us to the airport. After being anally searched by the airport security we make it to our plane. Did you know that in the airport company there are lists of names that they should go and check? Yes, a list A that is alright, a list B that is randomly made and a list C that is comprised of people you SHOULD check. And by "you" I mean "the man" and the dogs that follow them. Well my dad's name (due to the lack-luster command of the English language of his friend when they came over) is misspelled. Yes, our family name is so misspelled that it no longer resembles a Chinese name but rather a name that looks a whole lot like the "Shiites." Which doesn't look too good for us. Luckily we were only subjected to the same anal-search that everyone else gets and we make it to our plane. When we get to our gate and start to board I notice something... "I'm walking down stairs," I think to myself. "This can't be right. Why am I walking down stairs to hop on a plane? Shouldn't I be going upstairs or something rather than down?"
"Oh crap. How do they expect me to sit on this little thing? Are they going to put a saddle on top of it and tell me to just literally ride it to Chicago?" The thoughts are running wild. However due to my humorous demeanor or just outright altruistic pity of the stewardesses I get to sit in first class. Kick ass! First time ever in 1st class. This trip might not be so bad after all. I promptly fall asleep and miss the opportunity to enjoy first class entirely.
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Sure
enough there's our plane, the "American Eagle." I think they call it that
because they have the same wing span.
